Dickie.
Now, take it like a good girl.
Penelope.
After you’ve gone.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[With great determination.] I’m not going to stir from this room till you’ve taken it.
Penelope.
[Resigned.] Give it me. Hold my nose, Dickie.
[She swallows it and makes a face.
Oh, I wish I’d never married you, Dickie.