Harry. [Getting furious.] In my present state——
Dolly. Dancing about the room and shouting!——
Harry. I'm not shouting!
Dolly. You're not shouting?!
Harry. No, and if I am, isn't it enough to make a man shout when his wife——
Matt appears at the door in his dressing-gown and slippers.
Matt. Excuse my interrupting. But you know my room is just above this, and if you could manage to pitch your voices in rather a softer key——
Harry. By Jove, I'd forgotten! We were getting a little noisy. I'm awfully sorry.
Matt. Don't mention it! The Professor gave me rather a stiff go of his Pableine, and I fancy it hasn't agreed with me [tapping his chest] for I can't get a wink of sleep. Is there a spoonful of whiskey about?
Harry. On the sideboard in the dining-room.