How can I have a sense of humour when I’m suffering?
Penelope.
[Starting at the word.] Suffering?
Dickie.
The tortures of the damned. I want you. I want your love.
[He does not see Penelope’s face. An expression of remorse comes into it at the pain she is causing him. She outlines a gesture towards him, but quickly restrains herself.
Penelope.
[With a mocking laugh.] Poor darling.
Dickie.
[Furiously.] Don’t laugh at me.