Barlow.

Ha, ha, ha.

Mrs. Fergusson.

[To Penelope.] Well, dear, I must say good-bye to you. I’m afraid we shan’t meet again for some time.

Penelope.

Good-bye.

[They kiss one another affectionately.

Mrs. Fergusson.

[To Dickie.] Good-bye. If you hear of anything good on the Stock Exchange, you might let me know. I think I shall cut my loss on Johannesburg and New Jerusalems.

Dickie.