Dolly. You remember how she waited for a lull in the talk, and then she said with that silly, simpering, appealing look——
Harry. Miss Smithson's look is not silly or simpering.
Dolly. Well, it's appealing, isn't it?
Harry. [With a little chuckle.] Oh, yes, it's appealing.
Dolly. [Enraged.] Oh! Dad!
Matt. [Quiets her.] Shush!—What did she say?
Dolly. She said with a very marked glance at me, "My dress allowance is a hundred and twenty a year, and I don't understand how any reasonable woman can wish for more!" What do you think of that?
Matt. Well, if she did say that, and if she glanced at you, it——
Dolly. Yes?