To Maud. Morning!
Lily.
To Mrs. Upjohn. Where’s the mirror? Where’s the mirror?
Mrs. Upjohn.
Taking the mirror from the table and giving it to Lily. ’Ere it is, dearie; ’ere it is. An’ I’m ’ere too.
Lily.
Viewing herself in the mirror and running her hand over her hair. Oh, how horrid I look! Jimmie goes to Lily with the two lengths of ribbon and Maud replaces the roll in the drawer. Ring the bell. Jimmie hands Lily the garters, relieving her of the mirror, and Mrs. Upjohn hastens to the fireplace and presses the bell-push continuously. That’ll do, Maud; you hook it.
Maud.
Going to the bedroom door. Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! That’s how I like to hear her talk. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Maud vanishes into the bedroom, closing the door, and Lily, having tied up her stockings, rises and comes to the settee.