Harry. It's something too awful.
Dolly. Oh, it isn't. Not at all. Not at all. [Goes up to the desk, brings down about ten more bills with great affected cheerfulness.] There! You see, it's nothing.
Harry. [Hastily looking at the totals.] Nothing? You call these nothing!!?
Dolly. Nothing to speak about—nothing awful!
Harry. Good heavens! How any woman with the least care for her husband, or her home—— [looking at one total after another] how any woman with the least [ self-respect]—— [Dolly goes to him, puts her arms round him, tries to embrace—he repulses her.] No, please. I've had enough of that old dodge.
Dolly. Dodge!
Harry. I remember that last two hundred pounds and how you sweedled me out of it!
Dolly. Sweedled?
Harry. Yes! Sweedled!
Dolly. There's no such word!