_Dolly._ Pardon me, you did! Me! his wife! Lessons in economy!
_Harry._ And a thundering good thing if she had given you a few before you ran up these bills!
_Matt._ Come, Harry, you oughtn't to have asked another woman to give your wife lessons in economy.
_Matt._ Yes, but I don't quite remember----
_Dolly._ You don't remember?! Surely you can remember a simple thing like that when your own daughter tells you it was so!
_Matt._ Now, Harry, what did you really say to Miss Smithson?
_Harry._ I said she might give _some_ women a lesson in economy.
_Dolly._ Then whom did he mean? Lessons in economy? Whom _could_ he mean if he didn't mean me?
_Matt._ No, no, I'm sure he doesn't mean it! Did you, Harry?
_Dolly._ Then will he please say what he really does mean?
_Matt._ Now, Harry, what do you really mean?
_Harry._ Well, you remember that night of the dinner party at Folkestone.
_Harry._ After they'd all gone you and I went into the smoking-room, didn't we?
_Harry._ And you said, "Doll's in one of her high gales again!"
_Dolly._ High gales?! [_Indignant._] Father! You didn't say that?
_Harry._ Excuse me, those were your exact words. High gales!
_Dolly._ No, you don't remember anything.
_Harry._ You said, "What on earth was up between her and Miss Smithson at dinner?"
_Dolly._ You see! That proves exactly what I said!
_Harry._ No, by Jove, it proves that your father noticed what a confounded, cussed----
_Matt._ Shush! Shush! Well, Harry, what did you say?
_Harry._ Well, not wishing to give Dolly away----
_Dolly._ Ha! ha! Not wishing to give me away!
_Harry._ Not then! But, by Jove, if any decent chap were to come along now----
_Dolly._ [_Exploding._] There! There! [_To_ MATT.] And you sit there and hear my own husband insult me in my own house!
_Dolly._ But there you sit! There you sit!
_Matt._ [_Jumps up fiercely._] Now, Harry!
_Harry._ [_Fiercely._] Well, now, Mr. Barron----
_Dolly._ Why don't you defend me? Why don't you demand an apology?
_Dolly._ For everything! For to-night! For that night at Folkestone!
_Harry._ That night at Folkestone! Why, your father was quite on my side----
_Harry._ What? [_Fiercely._] Do you remember exactly what passed between us in the smoking-room, Mr. Barron?
_Matt._ [_Retreating towards door._] No--no--I don't want to know----