She’ll be all right. She’ll be just as charming as ever.
Mrs. Fergusson.
You fool! Don’t you see that if she’s charming to me it’s because she thinks she’s prettier than I am, and cleverer than I am, and more fascinating than I am? She doesn’t even despise me, she’s indifferent to me.
[She goes to the glass and looks at herself.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[Furiously.] A change of air.
[The door opens slowly, and Penelope comes in. She has changed into motoring things. Mrs. Fergusson gives a sudden gasp as she sees her and turns her face away. For a moment Penelope stands still, looking at them reflectively. Dickie aimlessly arranges things on a table.
Penelope.
[With a faint smile.] I’m not disturbing you, am I?
Dickie.