[Kissing her effusively.] Dearest ... I hope you don’t mind being dragged up here.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Of course not. I like this room. I always think it’s just the place for a heart-to-heart talk.
Penelope.
How nice you’re looking!
Mrs. Fergusson.
D’you like my frock?
Penelope.
I always think it suits you so well.
Mrs. Fergusson.