Miss Sillerton. Mrs. Hunter, I'll take the dinner dress! I'm crazy about it!
Mrs. Hunter. I'm glad to have you have it; I'm glad to be able to do you, in a way, a favor.
[Marie at this moment enters dressed in the most exquisite ball dress of the very latest fashion and looks extremely lovely.
Clara. Here's mine! I could cry to think I'll never wear it!
Marie. Voila, madame!
[A short silence, while the women sit down and drink in the gown.
Miss Sillerton. [In a subdued voice of awed admiration.] Beautiful!
Miss Godesby. Great!
Trotter. [To Miss Godesby.] I'm stuck on the girl; introduce me. She's out of sight!
[Mrs. Hunter sighs long and loud,—a sigh of appreciation and admiration. Marie stands in the centre of the stage facing the audience.