Georgiana. Yes.
Bella. So I see! My! How I love all this kind of thing. I couldn't live without a lot o' bric-a-brah lying around sort of careless like and undusted. These tapestries are real, I presume?
Georgiana. Yes.
Bella. I thought so! I got a beautiful piece of tapestry over my washstand, hand-painted, and all the faces and clothes outlined in chenille cross-stitch by the Singer Sewing Machine—but it's not quite the same as yours.
Georgiana. It must be very pretty.
Bella. Oh, it adds a touch! Mr. Gootch
gave it to me for an engagement present.
Georgiana. Does Mr. Gootch ever speak of Mr. Coleman?
Bella. He worships him—naturally, as Mr. Coleman got wounded in both arms carrying him to a safe place! Mr. Gootch says as there wasn't a man in the regiment braver or as popular as Mr. Coleman. Don't you think, perhaps, sometimes, maybe, Miss Georgiana—
[She stops near Georgiana.