Marie. Thank you for your kindness, Madam. (aside). Alphonse wear ties like these? Never!
Gladys. (satirically). Aunt Louisa remembers that you are an invalid, and has sent this negligee (hands shabby eiderdown robe to her mother).
Mrs. W. (in agitation). Gladys, how you can laugh at my poor health, is more than I can comprehend, and why your Aunt Louisa should have chosen to make me the target of her insults is more than I can understand. Marie, give it to the rag man.
Marie. Yes madam. (aside). I fear he would not accept it.
(Exit Marie.)
Gladys. Well, mother, brother and I are some targets too. Here’s a dress to wear to the Van Schuyler’s tea, and here’s a very nifty suit for Rob. (exhibits faded gingham, and patched suit). The gingham however is a bit decollette, but it has the fashionable short skirt.
Mrs. W. I am mortified beyond expression that Marie should witness this frightful scene. Marie!
Gladys. What makes you subpoena her as a witness then?
(Enter Marie.)
Marie. You called Madam?