[Trying to take the pencil out of his hand.
Harry. [Disengaging her arms, speaking very sternly.] Will you have the goodness to let me have all your bills, so that I may know what help I shall need from my banker?
Dolly. Harry, you don't mean that? Oh, that's absurd with our income!
Harry. Will you have the goodness to do as I say, and at once, please? [He is dotting down figures. She stands still in the middle of the room.] Did you hear me?
[She bursts into tears. He turns round and shows symptoms of relenting towards her, but steels himself and turns to the bills. She bursts into renewed tears. He goes on figuring.
Dolly. [Piteously.] Harry! Harry! [Goes up to him and plucks his sleeve.] Harry!
Harry. Well?
[He turns and looks at her, is about to yield, but resists, turns away from her, settles resolutely to his figures.
Dolly. And on the first night of the New Year, too! Just as we were going to be so happy! Harry! [Holds out her arms appealingly.] Harry! [Harry suddenly turns round and clasps her.] How could you be so unkind to me?