Penelope: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Fergusson.

But....

[She is speechless with anger and amazement.

Penelope.

Then you really don’t know?

Mrs. Fergusson.

[Desperately.] I know nothing.

Penelope.

My poor, dear Ada. I’m distracted that I should have to give you this bitter, bitter blow. Mrs. Mack is—dead.

Mrs. Fergusson.