Bella. She's just teasing you.
[Georgiana has risen.
Mrs. Carley. You are lovely, Georgiana.
Georgiana. That's because my thoughts are lovely.
Mrs. Carley. I'm awfully proud of you, dear, and wish you were my own daughter.
Georgiana. Thank you, mother.
Mrs. Carley. The Grand Duke will surely notice you. Aren't you going to put something in your hair?
Bella. [Handing it to Georgiana.] A rose
with glass dewdrops.
[Newsboy's voice heard in the street—calling, "Extra—Extra—Terrible"—the rest is indistinct.