Georgiana. Maybe what—?
Bella. Oh, I dunno—I—
Georgiana. [Rising and going to the sofa.] Come, Bella, we must get on with your article.
[A pause.
Bella. [Looking about.] Why, you haven't got a cosy corner, have you? And yet you seem to go in for the real artistic! I don't know
what my sister 'n' I'd do without our cosy corner! It is draped with a fish net, and has paper butterflies and beetles in it! Very artistic! And she's got—well, really now, I believe she's got at least eleven pillers; counting the two ticking ones that has their covers come off at night for our bed!
Georgiana. [Rising nervously.] Bella, I have some colored dresses I'd like to give you for your trousseau, if you care to take them. They've not been worn very much.
Bella. Oh, Miss Georgiana, of course I'd take 'em—only, I don't know, I sort of feel it in my bones you'll wear 'em yourself.
[Steven enters Left suddenly. He tries to conceal his great excitement. Moles is with him.
Steven. [To Moles.] Tell Mrs. Carley I want to see her here, please.