Harry. No, I'm hanged if we ever shall!
Dolly. Then suppose we drop the subject. For the future I shall endeavor to please you entirely.
Harry. Oh, you will?
Dolly. By dressing so that you'll be ashamed to be seen in the same street with me. I shall make myself a perfect fright—a perfect dowdy—a perfect draggletail!
Harry. Then I shall not be seen in the same street with you.
Dolly. You won't?
Harry. No, my dear. Make no mistake about that!
Dolly. You'll be seen with somebody else, perhaps?
Harry. Very likely.
Dolly. Have you met Miss Smithson again?