Harry. Yes. In future, I'm going to be very careful what articles of your dress I praise. "Three pairs of blue silk garters, forty-five shillings." [She has settled herself in the armchair, looking a little sulky and obstinate, leaning back and pettishly swinging one leg over the other.] What have you got to say to that?
Dolly. Garters are necessary.
Harry. Yes, but why three? And why blue silk? Why don't you speak?
Dolly. The garters can speak for [ themselves]!
Harry. Very well. Garters that can speak for themselves can pay for themselves! [Dashes the bill on the table, takes up another. Reading.] Three bottles cœur de Janette—three bottles Souffle de Marguerite—fifteen pounds for scent—and I have to smoke sixpenny cigars! And sometimes only fourpenny!
Dolly. Well, if you will smoke those horrid strong things you can't wonder I have to disinfect the house for you.
Harry. Disinfect the house for me! You'll very soon disinfect the house of me! [Glances through the remaining bills, groans, puts them on the table, and walks about in despair. Dolly rises and is going off.] Where are you going?
Dolly. To bed.
Harry. [Stopping her.] No! Now we've begun, we'll go through to the bitter end, if you please. I want you to explain——
Dolly. My dear Harry, it will be quite useless for me to try to explain in your present state——