When you’re my widow, Pen, you go right up one side of Harley Street and then right down the other and see them all.
Penelope.
But supposing I’m not ill?
Dickie.
Hang it all, when you’ve lost me the least you can do is to enjoy indifferent health.
[Peyton comes in.
Peyton.
If you please, sir, Mrs. Watson says, may she just see you for one minute.
Dickie.
[Resigned.] Yes.