Matt. Who is Miss Smithson?
Dolly. Surely you remember that lanky girl——
Harry. Miss Smithson is not lanky——
Dolly. Not lanky? Not lanky?! You can't have any eyes——!
Harry. That's what I've often thought——
Dolly. [Explodes.] Oh! Oh! Dad!
Matt. Come, Harry, let's clear this up. [Suddenly.] Smithson? Oh yes! The girl who sat on your left at your dinner party——
Dolly. That's the one!
Matt. I should call her a trifle lanky, Harry.
Dolly. A trifle? Well, never mind! You remember that dinner party——