Matt. That perhaps may need a little consideration, Lucas?
Lucas. Oh, let Harry have his doing first!
Matt. Now, Harry!
Harry. Oh, well, here goes! I'm going to make a clean breast. The fact is I've made a thundering mess of it.
Matt. Ah!
Harry. I did begin all right except for a little tiff with Dolly—and then I kept on pretty well for some time, and then—well I don't know—I seemed to go all to pieces and—[Matt rattles the money-box.] However, better luck this year.
Pilcher. Shall we say a little more resolution?
Harry. Oh, I mean to pull myself together this year.
Matt. Perhaps you tried too much reforming, Harry—too many irons in the fire, eh?
Harry. Well, it's jolly hard to keep it up. And I'd got pretty slack till you woke us up last night—I say, that was a rouser again.