Dolly. And what good pals we've been!
Harry. And always shall be. [Kissing her.
Dolly. [Hugging him.] Oh, you dear!
Harry. Now, business, business!
Dolly. [Going up to writing-desk.] What a lucky woman I am!
Harry. [Seated at table.] Bring them all.
Dolly. [Has opened desk and taken up some bills—she looks round dubiously at Harry.] What a splendid thing it must be to be a husband and have it in your power to make your wife adore you, by simply paying a few bills.
Harry. Yes—bring them all. [She comes down with a bundle of about fifteen, hands them to him.] Is this all?
Dolly. All, of any importance.
Harry. I want to see them all.