[Huskily.] D’you think it’s worth all that?
Golightly.
That is a question only you can answer.
Penelope.
I suppose you mean it depends on how much I love Dickie. [A pause. Tremulously.] I love him with all my heart, and if I can keep his love everything is worth while. [She rests her face on her hands, and looks straight in front of her. Her voice is filled with tears.] But, oh, father, why can’t we go back to the beginning when we loved one another without a thought of wisdom or prudence? That was the real love. Why couldn’t it last?
Golightly.
[Tenderly.] Because you and Dickie are man and woman, my dear.
Penelope.
[With a flash of her old spirit.] But my friends have husbands, and they don’t philander with every pretty woman they meet.
Golightly.