Oh, I beg your pardon. I thought you said he was out.
Penelope.
No.
Mrs. Fergusson.
I must have misunderstood you.
Penelope.
I think he’s lying down. You see he was with poor Mrs. Mack till twelve o’clock last night.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[With a slight start.] Was he?
Penelope.