[Stopping.] I say, what are you running round the room for in that ridiculous fashion?
Penelope.
I thought we were playing touch-last.
Dickie.
Don’t be a little beast, Pen. You know you love me, and I simply dote upon you.... I can’t do more than I have done.
Penelope.
What d’you want me to do?
Dickie.
I want you to kiss and make friends.
Penelope.