Penelope: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

I warn you that Dickie’s medicines are perfectly beastly.

[She goes out.

Dickie.

I’m sorry you’re seedy. You were all right yesterday.

Mrs. Fergusson.

[Laughing.] I’ve never been better in my life, thank you.

[Dickie is rather taken aback.

Mrs. Fergusson.

That’s the advantage of you being a doctor. When I want to see you alone I can do it under your wife’s very nose. Don’t you think it was rather ingenious?