Harry. Necessary?
Dolly. Yes—you see the chief item——
Harry. [Reads.] Chinchilla toque, coat, muff and boa—eighty guineas—eighty guineas——
Dolly. I got them as a surprise for you when we go South next week.
Harry. Surprise! Great heavens! What in the name of all——
Matt. Shush, Harry! Her motive was a good one. She got it to please you!
Dolly. You haven't seen it yet, it's just outside—I've a great mind to give you a great New Year's treat and let you see it on!
Harry. I'm not going to be sweedled——
Matt. Hush! Harry! Let her put it on! Let's have a look at it, and see whether it's worth the money. Put it on, Doll. [Exit Dolly.
Harry. [Calls after her.] I tell you I'm not going to be sweedled!——