Mrs. Carley. [Rises.] I only wish to heaven Sam Coast wanted to marry me!
Louise. Mother! Come, let's finish dressing.
Mrs. Carley. I don't know whether to go to the ball or stay home and have a good cry.
Georgiana. Do whichever gives you the most pleasure, mother.
[Lizzie enters Right and stands behind the dressing table.
Mrs. Carley. What? [Looking at herself in the glass.] It's all very well for them to give us women a new front, I wish they'd give us new backs too.
[She goes out Right.
Lizzie. You must start dressing, miss—Miss Shindle will be back.
Georgiana. [Absent-mindedly.] Yes, yes, Lizzie.
[Lizzie goes out.]