Lucas. Uncle, you don't really mean——
Matt. It was a bona fide bargain on my side, but if you wish to avoid any awkward little exposures, or if Mr. Pilcher will kindly waive his claims to my contributions——
Pilcher. I'm afraid I can't. I have come here for the express purpose of bearing away my trophy—Ah! [Seeing box on table, takes it, gives it a shake; his features assume a pleasant smile.] It seems to have proved a very wholesome household regulator.
Harry. Yes, by Jove! It hadn't been in the house twenty-four hours before I put in a sovereign.
Pilcher. A sovereign?
Harry. The first night of last year Dolly and I had a little tiff—nothing serious—and so the next morning I made it up and—didn't I, Dolly?——
Dolly. You did! And paid my bills like a lamb, you dear!
Pilcher. And put in a sovereign? [Rattles the box again.] I won't say "Don't have any more household tiffs," but I will say "Don't omit to liquidate them." [Gives the box another rattle.] The box must have been in pretty constant use since——
Harry. Ye-es.
Professor Sturgess enters at back, with the proofs of his book in his hand.