I’m horribly afraid I’m growing middle-aged. I’ve discovered how much more comfortable it is to have a chair of my own.
Dickie.
[Trying to hide a slight embarrassment.] Weren’t you rather surprised when Mrs. Fergusson told you she was going to Paris to-night?
Penelope.
Surprised?
[Penelope gives a little gurgle, tries to stifle it but cannot, then, giving way, bursts into peal upon peal of laughter. Dickie watches her with increasing astonishment.
Dickie.
What on earth are you laughing at?
Penelope.
[Bubbling over.] Darling, you must think me an old silly. Of course, I knew you were going together.