Brute!
Dickie.
[Rather impatiently.] I say, what on earth have you come for?
Mrs. Fergusson.
You are nice to me to-day.
Dickie.
Well, when I left you yesterday we fixed up everything. I gave you your ticket, and I wrote down the time the train started.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Well, for one thing I wanted to see Penelope.
Dickie.