Harry. Oh, yes.
Dolly. You got so angry—and shouted——
Harry. Well, there was no reason for that, especially as getting out of temper is the one thing I'm quite resolved to conquer this New Year——
Dolly. [Kissing him.] Don't forget that!
Harry. [Kisses her.] Now, business, business! [Takes up a bill.] What have we here? Carchet, gantier et bonnetier, artiste—Hillo, here's another artist! In stockings this time. [Suddenly.] I say!
Dolly. [Frightened.] Eh?
Harry. [Points to an item in bill.] Come now, Dolly—this is really too bad—this really is too bad!
Dolly. [Frightened.] What?!
[Getting off his knee.
Harry. One dozen pairs best silk hose, with clocks——