Mrs. Fergusson.
Oh, what a humiliation! I’ve been just a convenience because she had other fish to fry. How sordid it makes the whole thing! And I was yearning for romance. I would never have looked at you if I hadn’t thought she doted on you.
Dickie.
I have an idea that affairs of this sort are only romantic when they happen to other people. When they happen to yourself—well, sordid’s just the word.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[Suddenly remembering.] And Mrs. Mack?
Dickie.
She’s known all about that too.
Mrs. Fergusson.