Mrs. Fergusson.
[With a suspicion of her old manner.] He’s so sympathetic. I’d like to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
Penelope.
You’ll find the Carlton a most suitable place.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Are my eyes red?
Penelope.
Not a bit. I’ll get you some powder.
[She takes the powder-box off a table, and Mrs. Fergusson meditatively powders her nose.
Mrs. Fergusson.