Dickie.
I wish you wouldn’t take it so calmly, Pen. You might be a bit cut up.
Penelope.
But, darling, I’m making every preparation to have fit after fit of violent hysterics. I can’t do more.
Dickie.
Rot me, that’s right.
Penelope.
[With meaning.] After all, Dickie, I know you wouldn’t go if you could help it. It’s only because you feel it’s your duty, isn’t it?
[Dickie is rather uncomfortable, but says nothing. Golightly breaks the momentary silence.
Golightly.