Dickie.
[Interrupting.] Have your sainted mother to stay with you.
Penelope.
And it’s struck me that I simply haven’t got a hat I can wear.
Dickie.
[Sternly.] Penelope.
Penelope.
[Persuasively.] It’ll make my frocks last so much longer if I have some nice hats. You see, you ring the changes, and people think you have a new gown on.
Dickie.
And may I venture to inquire how many hats you’ll want to overcome your depression?