[Going to her writing-desk.
Dolly. Yes. Hadn't I better sort them out first?
Harry. [Taking up bills.] Oh, I'll help you sort them out——
Dolly. Take care! You'll muddle all my papers. [Taking bills out of his hands, and closing down the writing-desk.] I want to have a little talk with Renie—you'd better join them at the fish-pond.
Harry. Well, so long as you do get them sorted, and squared up. What about after tea?
Dolly. All right. After tea.
Harry. After tea. We'll have a nice cosy half-hour, all to ourselves, and sweep them all out of our minds.
[With a gesture.
Dolly. [Nods cheerfully.] Yes, a nice cosy half-hour and sweep them all out of our minds. [With his gesture. Exit Harry briskly. She repeats his gesture.] Sweep them all out of our minds. [Opening desk and regarding bills with dismay.] Oh, don't I wish I could! Oh, Renie!
[Renie is busy with her letter at the fire.