Barlow.
One of the Fergussons of Kingarth, I suppose?
Dickie.
I don’t know at all. Quite a nice little thing, I thought. I must confess that she didn’t interest me very much.
[Peyton comes in to announce Mrs. Fergusson. Mrs. Fergusson is a handsome, showy woman of about thirty.
Peyton.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[Dickie is filled with consternation. Peyton goes out. There is a very brief moment of embarrassment, but Penelope quickly recovers herself and goes up to the visitor effusively.
Penelope.
How d’you do?