[With a rapid glance at him, but keeping her chaffing manner.] Oh, nonsense.
Dickie.
You’ve changed lately. You never come down to see me off in the morning, and you don’t ask me at what time I’m coming back. You always used to sit on the arm of my chair after breakfast when I was smoking my pipe and reading the paper.
Penelope.
You must have hated it, didn’t you?
Dickie.
Of course I hated it, but it showed you were fond of me, and now that you don’t do it any more I miss it.
[Peyton comes in, followed by Mrs. Fergusson, and withdraws.
Peyton.
Mrs. Fergusson.