Dolly. No, one was a toque.
Harry. But can you explain?
Dolly. Yes. You said yourself that Madame Récamier was horribly expensive, so I left her and went to Jacquelin's—just to save your pocket——
Harry. Never save my pocket again, please.
Dolly. Very well, I won't.
Harry. No, I daresay you won't, but I shall! I shall draw the strings very tightly in future. Save my pocket! [He is walking about distractedly.] Save my pocket. [Groans.
Dolly. Now, Harry, it's useless to take it in this way—you knew when you married me I hadn't got the money sense——
Harry. [Groans.] I hadn't got any sense at all!
Dolly. Very likely not. But try and have a little now. What have I done? Run a little into debt, solely to please you.
Harry. Yes; well, now run out of it, and I shall be better pleased still.