How did you know?
Penelope.
I guessed it.
Dickie.
[Going towards her as if to take her in his arms.] Oh, Pen, let’s forget and forgive.
Penelope.
[Getting out of his way.] There’s nothing to forgive, darling.
Dickie.
[Making a step towards her.] I suppose you want me to eat the dust.... I have behaved like a perfect brute. I’m awfully sorry, and I’ll never do it again.
Penelope.