Do you know that all these weeks I’ve been tortured with remorse? I’ve told myself every day that I was treating you shamefully, I’ve not had a moment’s happiness. I’ve lived on a perfect rack.
Penelope.
It doesn’t seem to have had any serious effect on your health.
Dickie.
And here have you been laughing up your sleeve all the time. It can’t go on.
Penelope.
Upon my word, I don’t see why not?
Dickie.
We’ve been mistaken in one another. I’m not the man to stand such a position with indifference. And I’ve been mistaken in you, Penelope. I thought you cared for me.
Penelope.