Penelope.
I knew you would.
Dickie.
But there must be no more of them.
Penelope.
I really don’t know why you should make such a fuss. After all, you’ve been earning simply heaps and heaps of money with Mrs. Mack.
Dickie.
We mustn’t count our chickens before they’re hatched. I haven’t had a penny out of her yet.
Penelope.
But now that she’s going away you can send in your bill.