Dickie.
[With a smile.] I don’t know whether I want to shake you or hug you.
Penelope.
Well, if I were you, I’d do neither.
Dickie.
[Taking her hands.] Pen, I want to talk seriously to you.
Penelope.
[Releasing them, with a look at the clock.] Have you time?
Dickie.
What on earth d’you mean?