Penelope.
[With great determination.] I’m never going to live with Dickie again. As soon as I’ve seen him I shall leave this house for ever.
Beadsworth.
You’re proposing to have a few words with him?
Penelope.
Several. I’m going to tell him that I despise him, and that I hate him; I’m going to throw my wedding ring in his face, and then I shall sweep out of the room.
Beadsworth.
Have you really made up your mind that you won’t forgive him?
Penelope.
Nothing would induce me ever to speak to him again if it weren’t that I want to tell him exactly what I think of him.