Why don’t you have a good cry? Can’t you find your handkerchief? Take this. It’s very sad, isn’t it? And after all you’d done for her?
[Mrs. Fergusson dabs her eyes with the handkerchief.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[Forcing herself to be natural.] It’s a great blow.
Penelope.
Oh, I know. I feel for you, dear. Dickie was devoted to her. He said he’d never had such a patient. [Putting her handkerchief to her own eyes.] She died, with a smile on her lips, mentioning her dead husband’s name. Dickie was so moved, he couldn’t eat any lunch, poor boy; and we’re going to have a new landaulette.
[Dickie comes in and stops at the door for a moment as he sees the two women apparently in tears.
Dickie.
I say, what’s up?
Penelope.