Dolly. With plumes! Of Nattier Bleu!
Harry. But fifteen guineas!
Dolly. Oh, the woman's a fearful swindler! But what are you to do with such people?
Harry. [With bill.] Total, sixty-four, seven, six. And I get my one silk topper a year, at a guinea, and three and six for doing it up. Total for me, one, four, six. Total for you——
Dolly. My dear Harry, don't make absurd comparisons!
Harry. [Takes another bill.] John Spearman, artistic gown maker, ball gowns, reception gowns, race gowns—Good heavens!
Dolly. What's the matter?
Harry. Total, five hundred and fifty-six pounds—that can't be right!
Dolly. [Frightened.] No, it can't be! Add it up!
Harry. [Reading.] Tea gown of chiffon taffeta—