Dead!
Penelope.
She died in Dickie’s arms, thanking him for all he’d done for her.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Impossible!
Penelope.
I don’t wonder you say that. She was quite frisky a day or two ago.... Sit down, dear. You’re quite upset. You were very fond of her, weren’t you?
Mrs. Fergusson.
Dead!
Penelope.