Penelope.
Why on earth not?
Dickie.
[Half injured, half surprised.] Pen!
Penelope.
[Looking at the watch on her wrist.] Good gracious, I’m keeping them waiting.
Dickie.
[Taking both her hands.] Now don’t tease me. Go and take those horrid motor things off, and let’s have a comfortable little tea together. And tell Peyton you’re not at home.
Penelope.
I’m dreadfully sorry to disappoint you, but I’m afraid I can’t break an engagement.