[With amusement.] Oh, Penelope and I are dining at the Carlton grill room, and going to a music hall.

[Barlow comes up to them.

Barlow.

Good-bye, Mrs. Fergusson.

Mrs. Fergusson.

[Effusively.] Good-bye.

Barlow.

[To Penelope, as he shakes hands with her.] Devilish fine woman.

Penelope.

[Pretending to be outraged.] Uncle Davenport!