Oh, I met him in the park the other day. He made himself so pleasant. He asked me if I was a Fergusson of Glengary. I didn’t know what he meant, but I said I was, and he seemed so pleased.
Dickie.
You’d better not let him know you were a Miss Jones or he’ll have a fit.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Oh, I shall tell him I’m a Jones of Llandudno. I think that sounds rather smart.
Dickie.
You have what one might politely describe as a remarkable power of invention.
Mrs. Fergusson.
I don’t know about that, but I am a womanly woman, and that’s why men like me.
[Penelope and Barlow come in.