Miss Godesby. A good thing for you, for he would never have stood for you!
Trotter. He'd have had to—or do without me as a son-in-law—I wouldn't marry the Venus of Milo if her father didn't think I was good enough. I'm no Dodo bird!
Miss Godesby. It's up to you now, Trotter! Go in and win.
[Enter Tompson Right; a decided change takes place in all their manners.
Tompson. Madam will be down at once, miss.
Miss Sillerton. Thank you.
[Tompson goes out Right.
Miss Godesby. Only stay a minute or two, Trotty—we're doing our best for you, but we must look out for ourselves, too, and we've come here to-day on business.
Miss Sillerton. How'll we ever get the subject on to clothes?
Miss Godesby. Humph! Do you think you can talk five minutes with Mrs. Hunter and not hit that topic? It's a bull's eye!