Penelope: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

Dickie.

It might make our future acquaintance rather formal.

Mrs. Fergusson.

There will be no future acquaintance.

Dickie.

Then there’s nothing more to be said.

[Mrs. Fergusson sweeps to the door. She stops.

Mrs. Fergusson.

Does Penelope adore you as blindly as when first I met you?

Dickie.