[Miss Sillerton and Miss Godesby again exchange surreptitious glances.
Mrs. Hunter. Every one's been most kind.
[There is an awkward pause for a moment, no one knowing quite what to say. Both Miss Godesby and Miss Sillerton have started the conversation in the direction of clothing and are fearful of the topic being changed. As the pause becomes embarrassing, they look helplessly from one to the other, and all five, suddenly and at once, make an ineffectual effort to say something—or nothing. Out of the general confusion Mrs. Hunter comes to the front, mistress of the situation.] Are you going to stay in New York this winter, Mr. Trotter?
Trotter. Yes, I'm negotiating for one of the biggest classy building plots on upper Fifth Avenue.
Clara. [To Miss Godesby.] I saw in the papers you were at the dance last night.
[Miss Godesby nods and motions surreptitiously to Trotter to go. He, however, doesn't understand.
Mrs. Hunter. [With interest again in life.] Oh, were you? What did you wear?
Miss Godesby. Oh, dowdy old things. I haven't bought my winter frocks yet.
[She repeats this casually as if to herself.
[Miss Sillerton motions to Trotter to go, but he has forgotten and still doesn't understand.