Penelope.
Are you pleased?
Dickie.
Oh, you’re much too good to me. I can’t tell you how grateful I am. Oh, Pen, if you only knew how much I adore you!
[He falls on his knees and passionately kisses her hands. She can hardly restrain herself from lifting him up and flinging her arms round his neck.
Dickie.
Is there any chance for me at all? D’you think you’ll ever love me as you used to?
Penelope.
How can I tell?
Dickie.