Georgiana. Here I am'. Oh, my dear Steve! You'll be late. You're not dressed yet.
Steven. All right. I'm going now—I was entertaining Miss Shindle till you were ready.
[With, a bow to Miss Shindle, Steven goes out Right.
Bella. [Taking her bottles, etc., from a little bag which she carries.] He is a perfect gentleman!
Georgiana. [Sitting before the dressing table.] Now come along, Bella! I only want you to brush my hair; I've had a trying evening here, and I've a splitting headache. See if you can take it away and make me look as if I'd never had one.
Bella. [Tying apron about Georgiana's neck.] I'll do my best; but I can tell you most of the ladies I know'd be willing to have a headache
every blessed minute of their lives if they could look as you do now!
Georgiana. Oh, what blarney, Bella! I don't know, somehow I want to be beautiful to-night.
Bella. For the Dook?
[Beginning to brush her hair.