Do you really want me to come?
Dickie.
Of course I do, if you don’t mind the risk.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[With a smile.] Oh, I’ll make that all right.
Dickie.
Why, what are you going to do?
Mrs. Fergusson.
Wait a minute or two and you’ll see.
[She is perfectly composed again, and in high good-humour.