Why?
Dickie.
You generally come down to meet me when I get in.
[Penelope gives a slight start and conceals a smile.
Penelope.
My sainted mother is here.
Dickie.
[Gaily.] That’s no reason why you should neglect a devoted husband. [Shaking hands with Mrs. Golightly.] How is your sainted mother? Hulloa, Uncle Davenport, what price duchesses to-day?
Barlow.