Duchess.
What, dear Mrs. Eden?
[Bethinking herself—soberly.] Ah, yes, the style is excellent, isn't it?
Duchess.
[To Sophy, while the collarette is in process of removal.] Have you everything you require for the night, child?
Sophy.
Yes, thank you, your Grace. Miss Gilchrist, Mrs. Eden's maid, has lent me a night-gown and a pair of slippers.
Duchess.
[Handing her bracelets to Sophy.] Drop them into the case.