Harry. You forget, dear.
Dolly. What? [Harry taps the writing-desk.] Oh, my dear Harry, we won't go into them to-night.
Harry. Yes, my dear, if you please. [Very firmly. Dolly makes an impatient gesture and pouts.] Please don't look like that. If I'm to help you in paying off these bills, it must be to-night, or not at all.
Dolly. Oh, very well, but—— [Sits down wearily.
Prof. [Taking out watch.] Five minutes past my usual hour.
Dolly. Renie has one of her bad headaches, so I've put her in the spare room.
Prof. Thank you. I'm afraid she's a little wilful. I can never get her to see that life can yield us no real satisfaction unless we regulate all our actions to the most minute point. Good-night.
Dolly. Good-night. [Shaking hands.
Prof. Good-night, Telfer.
Harry. Good-night. [Shaking hands.