[Smiling.] It wouldn’t have annoyed me a bit, darling.
Dickie.
It ought to have annoyed you.
Penelope.
In any case I’m afraid I can’t throw the Hendersons over. They’ve made up a little partie carrée so that we can play bridge in the evenings.
[Dickie goes up to Pen and sits on the sofa beside her.
Dickie.
Look here, Pen, let’s make it up.
Penelope.
[Quite pleasantly.] But we haven’t quarrelled, have we?