Barlow.
Ah, Mrs. Fergusson, this is a delightful surprise.
Mrs. Fergusson.
You wicked, wicked man, I am told you’re such a rake.
Penelope.
Uncle Davenport?
Barlow.
[Delighted.] Ah, ah. Tales out of school, Mrs. Fergusson.
Mrs. Fergusson.
If I’d known what a reputation you had I wouldn’t have let you talk to me for half an hour in the park.