_Dolly._ [_Calmly gazing at the ceiling._] You told me to look as smart as Mrs. Colefield.
_Harry._ Not at that price! If I'd known what that motor tour would cost by Jove! I'd----
_Dolly._ You're getting noisy again. You'll wake my father.
_Harry._ He ought to be waked! He ought to know what his daughter is saddling me with.
_Dolly._ Very well, if you don't care how shabby I look----
_Harry._ Shabby! [_Referring to bills._] Lace demi-toilette! Point de Venise lace Directoire coat! Shabby?
_Dolly._ My dear Harry, do you suppose we shall ever agree as to what constitutes shabbiness?
_Harry._ No, I'm hanged if we ever shall!
_Dolly._ Then suppose we drop the subject. For the future I shall endeavor to please you entirely.
_Dolly._ By dressing so that you'll be ashamed to be seen in the same street with me. I shall make myself a perfect fright--a perfect dowdy--a perfect draggletail!
_Harry._ Then I shall not be seen in the same street with you.
_Harry._ No, my dear. Make no mistake about that!
_Dolly._ You'll be seen with somebody else, perhaps?
_Dolly._ Have you met Miss Smithson again?
_Dolly._ Have you seen her since we were at Folkestone?
_Harry._ What's that to do with your bills?
_Dolly._ A great deal. That night at dinner she told you her dress allowance was a hundred and twenty a year, and you said you wished she'd give me a few lessons in economy.
_Harry._ Pardon me, I did not. I said she might give _some_ women a lesson in economy.
_Dolly._ You did not! I heard every word of your conversation, and you distinctly asked her to give me, your wife, a few lessons in economy.
_Harry._ Very well! I'll ask him the first thing in the morning.
_Dolly._ No, to-night! You've accused me of deliberately saying what isn't true, and I----
_Dolly._ Yes, you have. And I insist on having it cleared up to-night! I don't suppose he's asleep! Fetch him down!
_Harry._ Very well! I will fetch him down! [_Exit._
_Dolly._ [_Paces furiously up and down._] Me! Lessons in economy! Lessons in economy! Me! Lessons in economy!
_Harry._ He'll be down in a minute! Meantime, [_very angry_] I want to know what any woman in this world wants with two dozen cache corsets?
_Dolly._ We'll clear up Miss Smithson first----