[Nodding.] I may see you later, Dickie.
[He goes out. Penelope makes as if to follow him.
Penelope.
I’m going upstairs to have tea.
Dickie.
[Rather stiffly.] I’d like to have a little talk with you, Pen.
Penelope.
Then come up into the drawing-room.
Dickie.
I’d rather talk to you down here.