[With a sob.] I’ve just broken the news to poor Ada.
Dickie.
What news?
Penelope.
She didn’t know that Mrs. Mack was—no more.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[Trying to conceal her rage and mystification.] I certainly didn’t!
Penelope.
You ought to have let her know, Dickie. She would have liked to be—in at the death.
Dickie.