[Eluding him as though by accident.] I daresay the game isn’t worth the candle.
Dickie.
[Trying to intercept her.] Don’t speak of it.
Penelope.
[Keeping out of his reach.] And I was under the impression you were having such a good time.
Dickie.
I was feeling awfully conscience-stricken.
Penelope.
That’s where women have such an advantage over men. Their conscience never strikes them till they’ve lost their figure and their complexion.
Dickie.