Dickie.
Oh, I know I made a fool of myself. I shall never cease to regret it. D’you think I was happy? D’you think I had a jolly time? Not much.... I suppose it’s that. You can’t forgive me?
Penelope.
Nonsense. Of course I forgive you. It doesn’t matter a bit.
Dickie.
[With a gesture of desperation.] The whole thing’s Greek to me. I loved you always, Pen. I never ceased for a moment to love you.
Penelope.
My dear, you need not protest so much. It doesn’t very much interest me either way.
Dickie.
What a fool I was! I ought to have known that if you took it so calmly it could only be because you didn’t care. If a woman doesn’t make scenes it can only mean that she doesn’t love you.... You used to love me?