Clouds of Witness1972

Dowager Dutchess:
And as for your sister...

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Now Polly's had a rotten show.

Dowager Dutchess:
I don't care what she's had. But when I discover she's warming her thermometer on her hot water bottle to promote a temperature, and has swallowed the entire contents of a bottle of ipecacuanha so that her symptoms become even more convincing...

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Mother!

Dowager Dutchess:
It's true.

Lord Peter Wimsey:
Are you absolutely certain?

Dowager Dutchess:
My dear boy, she's been throwing the wool over the eyes of all of you! I suppose you call that kind of thing a neurosis or some such nonsense, and coddle it. In my days we called it hysterics and naughtiness, and we knew exactly how to deal with it.