Mrs. Carley. Delighted, of course. [Walks away a little.] I hope you haven't brought Steve any tips to-day.
Dick. [Laughing.] No!
Mrs. Carley. Thank goodness! He doesn't seem to have had any this week and the house has been fairly quiet! [Georgiana comes back.] I must go to Mrs. Vale. [Goes out.]
Georgiana. Mother looks pleased.
Dick. She's never very depressed, is she?
Georgiana. Yes, sometimes,—in the day-time! It's largely a matter of frocks and bonnets, and depends sometimes on the exact color of her hair.
Dick. I often wonder that you keep on living with Mrs. Carley and Louise. They can't help being beastly uncongenial to you.
Georgiana. But Mrs. Carley brought me up. She did her worst with the best intentions, and you mustn't forget Steve! [She sits beside the table and Dick leans against it to talk to her.] He's my own brother, you know, and I'm so afraid Louise will
finally disillusion him and spoil his happiness. I'm standing on guard.
Dick. You think a lot of Steve.