Mrs. Hunter. They said themselves this was the most successful frock they turned out this autumn.
Miss Sillerton. And how much is this one?
Mrs. Hunter. [Very quickly, trying not to speak consciously.] This was two hundred and seventy-five.
[Clara bites her lips in surprise and winks visibly to Tompson, who gives no sign and is otherwise imperturbable.
Miss Sillerton. [To Miss Godesby, looking hard at her.] My dear, your hat pin is coming out!
Miss Godesby. [Looking hard at her.] No, it isn't; it's always like that.
Miss Sillerton. [Going closer to her, whispers.] Which does that mean? I forget!
Miss Godesby. It's a gouge!
Miss Sillerton. I can't help it; I can't resist.
Miss Hunter. [Whispers to Clara.] She's going to take it; I wish I'd asked more.