In two words, lead him a devil of a life.
Penelope.
[Ruefully.] If you only knew how I want to fly into his arms and forget the wretched past!
Golightly.
Don’t, but tell him you’re going for a motor trip.
Penelope.
[Her face falling.] Supposing he lets me go?
Golightly.
My dear, a merciful providence has given you roguish eyes and a sharp tongue. Make use of them.
Mrs. Golightly.