Penelope: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

I’m going to do the only possible thing. Separate.

Penelope.

[Hearing voices in the hall.] Here are papa and mamma. They said they were coming back.

Dickie.

I hope they’ll never find out what a wicked, cruel woman you are. It would send down their grey hairs in sorrow to the grave.

Penelope.

But, my dear, they know all about it.

Dickie.

What! Is there any one who doesn’t know?

Penelope.