Penelope.

I wasn’t. I was quite sorry for you.

Dickie.

D’you think I want your pity?

Penelope.

I’m very unfortunate. I seem quite unable to please you. I think it’s just as well that I’m going away for a week.

Dickie.

[Starting up.] No, you’re not going away.

Penelope.

[Raising her eyebrows.] What makes you think that?