[There is a pause while Penelope, resting her face on her hands, looks straight at her father. She thinks the matter out.

Penelope.

You were right when you said I should want a great deal of tact, and a great deal of patience, and a great deal of self-control. My word!

Golightly.

[Smiling.] Well?

Penelope.

I’ll do nothing. I’ll hold my tongue, I’ll smile, I’ll make jokes, but....

Golightly.

Yes?

Penelope.