[Outraged.] Penelope!

Penelope.

Do you think it was very awful?

Barlow.

My dear child!

Penelope.

[To Beadsworth.] Did Mrs. Beadsworth never sit on the arm of your chair when you were smoking your pipe?

Beadsworth.

I must confess I’m thankful my wife occupied those moments in attending to her household duties.

Penelope.