Penelope: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

[She puts it in her purse. Dickie’s face falls as he sees his own money disappearing.

Mrs. Fergusson.

And now I must really fly. [Holding out her hand to Barlow.] Good-bye. Don’t forget to come and see me, but, remember, I shall expect to hear all about that little ballet-girl.

Barlow.

[Delighted to be thought so gay.] You mustn’t ask me to be indiscreet.

Mrs. Fergusson.

[To Penelope.] Good-bye, dear.

Penelope.

I’ll come to the door with you.

[Penelope and Mrs. Fergusson go out.