Miss Godesby. May we see her back?
Clara. Her entire back, if she turns around!
Mrs. Hunter. Turn around, Marie.
Marie. Oui, madame.
[She turns her back—the dress is cut extremely in the back.
Miss Sillerton. Oh!
Miss Godesby. Rather!
Mrs. Hunter. The way everything is made this year.
Miss Godesby. I'm afraid my back is rather full of bones.
Clara. They told us in Paris, bones were coming in! [She takes a large American beauty rose from a vase on the piano and slips it down Marie's back so that the dress seems much less décolleté.] There, never too late to mend!