[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!