Ethel. You mean that awfully blonde girl.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Laughingly.] Yes, that's she. Fifty cents the small bottle, seventy-five the larger size! [All three laugh. Short pause.
Ethel. I suppose you've heard she's engaged?
Mrs. Lorrimer. No, to whom?
Ethel. Oh, only an American. [Pause.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Weddings always give me a homesick feeling. I like them so.
Kitty. Well, you've had your share of them, you know.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Not at all. I've only been married twice. Do you know who I have my eyes on now?
Kitty. No, who is it?
Mrs. Lorrimer. Mr. Dawson!