I thought the figures were strangely familiar.
Penelope.
And there you are, you see.
Barlow.
[Chuckling.] I think it’s a capital idea. And she just flung the words six and eightpence at you, Beadsworth, and knew she’d fetch the lawyer.
Penelope.
[To Beadsworth.] You’re not cross with me, are you?
[He shakes his head, smiling.
Barlow.
And now, my dear, that you’ve disposed of them, tell me all about the Archduchess Anastasia.