Louise. As soon as Mr. Carley comes, make an excuse to leave her, won't you? We expect him
to bring us some definite news?
Bella. Yes, indeed!
[Mrs. Carley and Louise go out Left, as Georgiana comes in.
Georgiana. [Pleasantly.] Good morning, Bella.
[She sits by the table.
Bella. Good morning, ain't it a fine morning?
Georgiana. Is it? I haven't been out.
Bella. I'm scared to death. [Laughing nervously.] I ain't going to write the article myself, you know. It's my sister's husband's friend—she's real literary enough! She's got a typewriter.
Georgiana. One can't do everything in this world, Bella, and you must be content with being a real artiste in your own profession.