Dickie.
And d’you know the attitude Penelope takes up?
Golightly.
She hasn’t been making a scene?
Dickie.
That’s just it. Any woman of feeling would make a scene. There must be something radically wrong about her, or she would have wept and stamped and torn her hair.
Golightly.
[Mildly.] Oh, my dear boy, don’t you exaggerate the enormity of your offence?
Dickie.
There are no excuses for me.