Penelope: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

Dickie.

Lie down on that sofa. Now don’t make a fuss about it. I’m not going to kill you. [Barlow lies down.] Put your knees up.

Barlow.

[As Dickie feels his liver.] She’s a fine, dashing woman. There’s no doubt about that.

Dickie.

Let yourself go quite loose. Who’s a fine, dashing woman?

Barlow.

Mrs. Fergusson.

[Dickie starts. He gives Barlow a look, and then walks away, open-mouthed.

Barlow.