Dickie.
We might tell Penelope that we’re ready.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Very well. [As Dickie goes to the door.] Oh, I quite forgot. I’ve simply got a head like a sieve.
Dickie.
What’s the matter?
Mrs. Fergusson.
Well, I almost forgot the very thing I came to see you about. And all through you making a scene.
Dickie.
Did I make a scene? I wasn’t aware of it.