Come, come!
Dickie.
I repeat, there are no excuses for me.
Mrs. Golightly.
Poor fellow, he seems quite cut up.
Dickie.
I haven’t a leg to stand on, but, by Jove, I’ve got a moral sense, and I tell you all that I’m simply outraged. You’re overthrowing the foundations of society. Whatever I’ve done, I’ve got more respect for the sanctity of the home and the decencies of family life than all of you put together.
[He flings towards the door, stops, and turns round to shake his fist at them.
Dickie.
A moral sense. That’s what I’ve got.