My dear, I haven’t done anything.
Dickie.
That’s just it. You ought to have done something. You ought to have kicked up a row; you ought to have made scenes; you ought to have divorced me. But just to sit there and let it go on as if it were nothing at all! It’s too monstrous.
Penelope.
I’m awfully sorry. If I’d known you wanted me to make a scene of course I would have, but really it didn’t seem worth making a fuss about.
Dickie.
I’ve never heard anything so callous, anything so cold-blooded, anything so cynical.
Penelope.
You are difficult to please.
Dickie.