[She hesitates purposely.
Miss Godesby. Oh, would you? [Rising, she takes a chair nearer to Mrs. Hunter.] You dear thing!
Mrs. Hunter. The dresses are no use to us now, and when we're out of mourning—they'll be out of style. You could wear Jess' things perfectly, Julia.
Miss Sillerton. And even something of yours could be made over for us.
Mrs. Hunter. But I'm so much older than you!
Miss Sillerton. [Thoughtlessly.] Yes, but you never dress appropriately to your age.
Clara. [Laughing delightedly.] That's pretty good!
Miss Sillerton. [Saves herself.] You know what I mean, you always look so youthful, you can't dress any older.
Mrs. Hunter. [Rising.] Clara, dear, go upstairs and have Tompson bring down my Worth dress and Jess' Doucet and your Paquin. [She goes with Clara to the door, Right, and then whispers to her.] If you remember, don't tell what we paid—we ought to get nearly double out of these girls—and warn Tompson not to be surprised at anything she hears.
[Miss Godesby and Miss Sillerton exchange glances. Clara goes out Right.