Dickie.
What the dickens do you mean by that?
Barlow.
My dear Dickie, it’s woman’s nature to be exacting. If she’s in love with you she’s always a nuisance, and a very charming nuisance too, to my mind. I like it.
Dickie.
You are not suggesting that Penelope....
Barlow.
Now, my dear boy, I didn’t come to talk to you about Penelope, but about my own health.
Dickie.
[Impatiently.] Oh, you’ve got chronic adiposity. That’s all that’s the matter with you.