Mrs. Golightly.
My darling, is it really serious?
Penelope.
[Desperately.] Oh, what can I do to make you all understand?
Golightly.
The best way would be to begin at the beginning, and tell us all about it coherently.
Barlow.
[Pompously.] My dear Charles, this is not the kind of matter in which you can be of any use. You’re a mathematician, and you’re not expected to know anything about practical affairs.
Golightly.
[Faintly ironic.] I apologise profusely.