Mrs. Carley. And I not daring to eat a thing! Why is it nice things are all fattening?
[The Footman goes out.
Louise. [Rises and comes to Mrs. Carley.] Does it strike you that this dress of mine makes me look too short-waisted?
Mrs. Carley. Turn round. [Louise does so.] Yes! don't wear it again.
Louise. [Irritated.] Why didn't you tell me before lunch?
Mrs. Carley. I didn't notice it!
Louise. [Angry. Turns to mirror and then to Mrs. Carley.] That's just it! You don't care! You don't think of me ever! You only think of yourself!
Mrs. Carley. [Angry.] That's not true. I've sacrificed my life for you, and for what
good?
Louise. What good! Good heavens, haven't Steve and I done everything for you, lugged you into the best position almost in New York?