[He goes out, slamming the door behind him.
Penelope.
[With a laugh.] Poor darling.
Golightly.
What on earth made you blurt it all out?
Penelope.
She came here to-day, and I saw that he was sick to death of her.... Mamma, you behaved like a heroine of romance.
Mrs. Golightly.
I shall never forgive myself for the dreadful things you’ve made me say.
Penelope.