Pilcher. Ah, by the way, I didn't give you Jobling's tariff——
Harry. Tariff?
Pilcher. Jobling's tariff for a mild little profanity like "By Jove," was a mere sixpence.
Harry. Oh! [Feels in his pocket.
Pilcher. Of course you needn't adopt Jobling's scale.
Harry. Oh yes! I'll toe the mark! [Takes six pence out of his pocket and puts it in his box.] I'm determined I'll cure myself of all these bad little tricks——
Matt. [To Dolly, pointing to the money-box.] Are you going to contribute?
Dolly. [Snappishly.] Perhaps, when I've paid off my bills.
Matt. [To Pilcher.] Will you kindly let my daughter have your lowest tariff for ladies?