Dickie.
Oh, yes, I’ll give her any message you like.
Mrs. Golightly.
[Rather stiffly, getting up.] I think I ought to be going. Will you come, Charles?
Golightly.
Yes, my dear.
Penelope.
Good-bye, mother, darling.
[They talk aside as Mrs. Golightly is helped on with her cloak. Dickie is left practically alone with Mrs. Fergusson.
Dickie.