[The door is softly opened and Penelope slips in; for a moment the others do not see her, and she stands smiling at them. Golightly catches sight of her. All the others turn.]
Golightly.
Penelope.
The Others.
Penelope.
Penelope.
[Coming forward and kissing Mrs. Golightly.] Good evening, mamma!
Barlow.
[Eagerly.] Well?
Penelope.