No.
[Penelope gives a slight start. This is not at all what she wants.
Penelope.
Oh!
Dickie.
I don’t know what I shall do without you. I feel as if I were only now getting to know you. It’s as though—oh, I don’t know how to express it.
Penelope.
But you’ve just said you would rather I went.
Dickie.
I don’t want to think of myself any more. I want to think only of you. It makes me so happy to think of you, Pen. I want to sacrifice myself.