Steven. I forgot about the ball.
Georgiana. I can tell you one person who hasn't, and that's mother!
Coast. [Laughing.] Is she going to be corking?
Georgiana. [Sitting in the arm-chair by the sofa.] If the Grand Duke were a bachelor and mother had designs upon him, she couldn't possibly take more pains! She's going to be beyond all words. She's got every jewel she owns and can borrow draped about her, till she looks like Tiffany's exhibit at the St. Louis Fair. And as for her hair, she's had Bella Shindle working on it all afternoon, till it's the Titianest Titian that ever flamed on human head!
Coast. Sounds great!
[Sitting on the bench. Steven sits on the sofa.
Georgiana. Wait! She's built her tiara up with a breastpin and an aigrette off my winter hat, and it was all I could do to keep her from wearing the three feathers in which she was presented to the Queen in A.D. '73.
[They all laugh good-naturedly.
Coast. Aunt Laura's a corker!
Georgiana. Well, no one will miss her! She'll get the Grand Duke's eye if no one else does! I tell her she'll go through the ballroom like a search-light!