It would be just like my luck if they were all killed outright. No, what I want is a really good epidemic, a very complicated form of influenza that’d keep people on their backs for about a month.
Penelope.
And supposing I got it?
Dickie.
Well, if you got it that bounder on the other side of the street would have to treat you. And he couldn’t charge you as you’re my wife, and he’d simply grind his teeth at having to waste his time.
Penelope.
The bounder on the other side of the street is Dr. Rogers. I like him much better than Dickie.
Dickie.
Pompous ass.
Penelope.