Dolly. I had not insulted her! I was far too civil to her, considering that the next evening you took her out on the Leas, when you ought to have been at billiards——
Harry. I took her out on the Leas!
Dolly. Yes! You weren't in the billiard-room! So where were you? Where were you?
Harry. I jolly well don't know, and I—I——
Dolly. Say it! Say it!
Harry. I damned well don't care!
Dolly. Ah!
[She seizes the box, brings it up to him, puts it irritatingly in front of him; he seizes it, they struggle for it, trying to take it out of each other's hands; she screams, he tries to get it; there is a scuffle round the room; he tries to rub her knuckles; she makes a little feint to bite him; in the struggle the box drops on the floor a little below the table, right.
Dolly. Jobling! Jobling! Jobling!