Penelope.
Yes?
Dickie.
Nothing.
[Suddenly, with a sob, Mrs. Fergusson sinks into a chair, and hiding her face bursts into tears. Penelope gives her a look of surprise and goes swiftly up to her. She leans over her, with her hand on Mrs. Fergusson’s shoulder.
Penelope.
[Almost tenderly.] What? Real tears?
Mrs. Fergusson.
[In a broken voice.] I feel so ridiculous.