Dolly. Yes—how much does that come to?
Harry. Eleven pounds two——
Dolly. It does seem rather a high price, but——
[Drawing up her dress and showing an inch or two of silk stocking.
Harry. You're wearing them about the house?
Dolly. I can't go about the house without stockings. And I put them on for your especial benefit. [He utters a contemptuous exclamation.] They're a lovely quality——
[Drawing up her dress an inch or two higher.
Harry. I daresay. [Turning away.] I'm not going to admire your stockings, or your ostrich ruffles, or your blue silk garters, or your motifs, or anything that is yours! It's too expensive!
Dolly. [Dress an inch higher, looking down at her stockings.] It's the clocks you have to pay for——
Harry. I beg your pardon, it's the clocks I haven't got to pay for! And don't mean to—if I can help it. Idiotic thing to go and put clocks on stockings—[muttering] damned silly idiotic——