Dickie.
[Suddenly.] And look here, on the 13th of October there’s an ermine stole and a muff.
Penelope.
Yes, that was the second operation on poor Mrs. Mack.
Dickie.
I say, I think it’s a bit thick.
Penelope.
Well, I had to do something while you were away. And it made me feel so miserable to see everybody driving off with race glasses to Liverpool Street.
Dickie.
I beg your pardon.