Penelope: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

I should have no confidence in him as a doctor if I did.

Penelope.

I never employ him myself. I always go to Dr. Rogers.

Mrs. Fergusson.

You look as if you had robust health, dearest.

Penelope.

Oh, I just manage to trip along above ground to save funeral expenses.

Mrs. Fergusson.

Is Dr. O’Farrell quite well?

Penelope.