[Smiling indulgently.] But I’m not going to make you unhappy. I hope I shall always be very pleasant and agreeable.
Dickie.
What d’you think I care for that? Pen, promise that you’ll try to love me?
Penelope.
[With a smile.] Yes, I’ll try if you like.
Dickie.
I’ll make you love me. I’ll never rest till I’m sure of your love.
Penelope.
And when you are sure of it I suppose you won’t care twopence for me any more?
Dickie.