Gladys. (laughing). He will say that it is exclusive and that you won’t find another in New York like it. (unwraps parcel, and takes out moth-eaten cape). This is an evening wrap, which you can wear to the opera to-morrow evening. (examining cape). It looks as if the moth family and their relatives had been having an informal supper on this stylish garment.
Mrs. W. Gladys how can you laugh? I shall not recover from this shock for a year!
(Enter Marie.)
Mrs. W. Marie, take that thing and tell the ashman to give it to his poor relations!
Marie. (respectfully). Yes madam! (aside). Such a charming wrap, I almost fear to touch it! (carries it gingerly).
(Exit Marie.)
Gladys. My dear brother is not forgotten I am glad to see! These ties will cultivate a love of beauty.
Mrs. W. And my poor boy must be insulted too! Terrible, terrible! (uses smelling salts).
(Enter Marie.)
Mrs. W. Marie give these ties to your cousin, the policeman that comes to call. He can wear them when he is off duty.