HEPHZIBAH. Aye. Will there be much to pack for Mistress Cleeve?
GERTRUDE. Nothing at all. Besides her hand-bag, she has only the one box.
HEPHZIBAH. [Pointing to the trunk.] Nay, nobbut that thing!
GERTRUDE. Yes, nobbut that. I packed that for her at the Palazzo.
HEPHZIBAH. Eh, it won't gi' us ower much trouble to maid Mistress
Cleeve when we get her hame.
GERTRUDE. Heppy, we are not going to call—my friend—"Mrs Cleeve."
HEPHZIBAH. Nay! What will thee call her?
GERTRUDE. I'll tell you—by-and-bye. Remember, she must never, never be reminded of the name.
HEPHZIBAH. Aye, I'll be maist carefu'. Poor leddy! After the way she treated that husband o' hers in Florence neet and day, neet and day!
GERTRUDE. The world's full of unhappiness, Heppy.