Dickie.
What!... Why don’t you say straight out that you can’t bear the sight of me?
Penelope.
Because it wouldn’t be quite true. I like you very well.
Dickie.
Like me! I don’t want you to like me. I want you to love me.
Penelope.
I wish I could. It would save a lot of bother.
Dickie.
I don’t understand. This is the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I always thought you adored me.