[Mrs. Watson goes out.
Dickie.
[Shaking his fist at the door.] Suttee.... That’s the word. Suttee.
Penelope.
Dickie, what are you talking about?
Dickie.
I’ve been trying to think of it for ten minutes. That’s what doctors’ widows ought to do—Suttee. Like the Hindoos.
Penelope.
Burn themselves alive at their husbands’ death?
Dickie.