Mrs. Fergusson.
Thank you.... There. That looks a most imposing fee. You must leave it on there for Penelope to see.
Dickie.
Shall I call her?
Mrs. Fergusson.
I will. [She goes to the door and calls.] Penelope, we’ve quite done.
Dickie.
[Hearing voices upstairs.] Hulloa, there’s our Uncle Davenport.
Mrs. Fergusson.