Mrs. Fergusson.
No, poor Mrs. Mack was suddenly taken much worse.
Barlow.
It is my gain.
Mrs. Fergusson.
It’s too nice of you to say so, but I’m leaving London at once all the same.
Barlow.
But this is very sudden. What shall we do without you?
Mrs. Fergusson.
You must blame Dr. O’Farrell.