Dickie.
[To change the conversation.] Well, after my consultation I was so fagged that I had to go into the club to have a rubber of Bridge.
Golightly.
By the way, what is the name of your patient?
Dickie.
The name of my patient?
Penelope.
Oh, yes, I was telling papa that you’d got a new patient who was bringing in pots of money. I couldn’t remember her name.
Dickie.
[Embarrassed.] Oh—er, Mrs. Mac....