Dickie.
Oh, it was a great piece of luck. She heard about me from that little friend of yours, Pen. What is her name?
Golightly.
You seem to have a very bad memory for names, Dickie. You should make a knot in your handkerchief.
Dickie.
It’s a friend of Pen’s. [Pretending to try and remember.] Her husband’s in the navy, stationed at Malta, isn’t he?
Penelope.
Ada Fergusson.
Dickie.
That’s it, of course. Mrs. Fergusson.