Matt. What is sweedled?
Harry. Sweedling is sweedling! It's part swindling and part wheedling! It's what every d—ee—d good-natured husband like me has to go through, when he's fool enough to put up with it!
Matt. Well, old boy, you'll have to pay, you know; it will come to that in the end.
Harry. I'm not going to be sweedled——
Matt. And if Dolly has been a little extravagant, I must help her out with it to-morrow morning!
Harry. No, we'll go into it thoroughly to-night.
Matt. No, Harry, we won't. My room is just above here. Besides, the cook is going to give us a special New Year dinner, and I want to enjoy it. This New Year we'll start with a comfortable evening, please!
Dolly enters at back in a very handsome Chinchilla coat. Harry looks a little sulky. She stands in the middle of the room and displays it.
Dolly. Well? [He looks at it rather sulkily, walks away; she follows him.] Well? [Walking after him.] Well? Well?
[Displaying the furs.]