Are you going away?
Penelope.
Oh, yes, didn’t I tell you?
Dickie.
[Stiffly.] No.
Penelope.
How stupid of me! You see, I was expecting you to spend two or three days in Paris with Ada, and I arranged to motor down to Cornwall with the Hendersons.
Dickie.
But I gave up the trip to Paris so as not to annoy you.
Penelope.