Golightly.
It was a mere trifle. It would show a lamentable want of humour in Penelope if she took it seriously.
Dickie.
D’you mean to say you agree with her?
Golightly.
My dear fellow, we’re in the twentieth century.
Dickie.
Oh! Mrs. Golightly, you spend your time in converting the heathen. Don’t you think your own family needs some of your attention?
[Penelope, unseen by Dickie, makes a face at Mrs. Golightly to induce her to keep up the scene.
Mrs. Golightly.