Mrs. Carley. No,—has he got a new suit?
Louise. No, something's troubling him. [Thoughtfully.] I believe he's been speculating again and has lost.
Mrs. Carley. He couldn't; he hasn't got anything more to lose.
Louise. [Petulantly.] He hasn't played with the children for a week and he hates going out so lately,—wants to refuse every invitation! Even the ones you and I've been patting ourselves on the back for getting! I can't stand it.
Mrs. Carley. Quite right, too—if one doesn't go out, where can one go, and if we don't go anywhere, what are we to do? We can't stay home. [Rising, she crosses to mirror on table Left.] I say, dear, what about having my hai
r a little redder?
Louise. Let me see! [Mrs. Carley faces her—Louise examines her critically.] I wouldn't much; if you do, people will say you dye it.
Mrs. Carley. I don't care what they say, so long as they don't say it to my face. Have you had yours massaged this morning?
Louise. Yes, why?
[Goes to mirror and, pushing Mrs. Carley out of the way, examines her face in the glass.