Harry. [Fiercely.] Well, now, Mr. Barron——
Dolly. Why don't you defend me? Why don't you demand an apology?
Matt. What for?
Dolly. For everything! For to-night! For that night at Folkestone!
Harry. That night at Folkestone! Why, your father was quite on my side——
Matt. What?
Dolly. He wasn't; were you, Dad?
Matt. No—no.
Harry. What? [Fiercely.] Do you remember exactly what passed between us in the smoking-room, Mr. Barron?
Matt. No.