Put a Rembrandt on your walls, and in a week you’ll pass it without a glance.
Penelope.
[Pulling out deprecating hands.] Papa, don’t batter me with metaphors.
Golightly.
[With a smile.] Well, you made your love too cheap, my dear. You should have let your husband beg for it, and you made it a drug in the market. Dole out your riches. Make yourself a fortress that must be freshly stormed each day. Let him never know that he has all your heart. He must think always that at the bottom of your soul there is a jewel of great price that is beyond his reach.
Penelope.
Do you mean to say that I must be always on my guard?
Golightly.
A wise woman never lets her husband be quite, quite sure of her. The moment he is—[with a shrug of the shoulders]—Cupid puts on a top-hat and becomes a churchwarden.
Penelope.