Dolly. Ah! [Goes to table, brings the hospital box and puts it in front of him.] Double fine this time.
Harry. What for?
Dolly. Naughty swear word, and getting out of temper.
Harry. Oh well—[fumbling in his pocket] I did say d——, but I didn't get out of temper!
Dolly. You didn't get out of temper?!?
Harry. Not at all. I'm quite calm. [Sulkily puts a shilling in the box.] There! [Seats himself at table.] Now we'll go quietly and methodically through the remainder—— [Taking up a bill, looks at it, exclaims.] Good heavens!
Dolly. Good heavens what?
Harry. [In a low exhausted tone with groans.] Good heavens! Good heavens! It's absolutely useless—Good heavens!
Dolly. But what is it? [Coming up, looking over.
Harry. [Points to bill.] Four more hats! Nine on the other bill—four more here. Thirteen hats.