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.