I think it’s about time I showed you I’m not going to be made a perfect fool of.
[Penelope shrugs her shoulders and sits down. Suddenly she chuckles.
Dickie.
I don’t see anything to laugh at.
Penelope.
I do. It’s so mediæval. And are you going to feed me on bread and water?
Dickie.
[Angrily.] Ugh. [He looks at her.] Now, look here, Pen, be reasonable about it. Why the deuce d’you want to go for this stupid trip?
Penelope.
I refuse to discuss the matter till you’ve opened the door.