Golightly.
[Gravely looking at her hand.] It seems to have left no mark.
Penelope.
Don’t be silly. And then he crept softly out again, and I had the first really good sleep I’ve had for a month. And this morning I had my breakfast in bed, and when I got up he’d gone out.
Mrs. Golightly.
You haven’t seen him to-day at all?
Penelope.
No, he didn’t come in to luncheon.
Mrs. Golightly.
Well, Charles, I’m grateful that you never showed your passion for me by keeping systematically out of my way.