Golightly.
Aren’t you expecting patients?
Dickie.
Oh, it’s just on five o’clock. I don’t suppose any one else will come. We might have tea down here.
Golightly.
How are things going?
Dickie.
Rotten. Look here, a wretched two guineas. That’s all I’ve made this afternoon.
[Penelope comes in.
Penelope.