Macphail.
I’m extremely obliged to ye—but——
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Hush, bold boy! [She gives him a card.]
Mrs. Gaylustre.
You know my cruel brother takes me back to town to-morrow. Here is my address so that you may write to me constantly, devotedly.
Macphail.
[Reading the card.] “Mauricette & Cie., Court Dressmakers——”
Mrs. Gaylustre.
[Snatching the card from him.] That’s a wrong ’un—I mean, that’s a mistake. [Giving another.] There. Hide it away, dear one—nearest your heart.