My darling, who dressed your hair last night?
Gertrude.
The housekeeper.
Mrs. Brauer.
There! I knew Marie could not have done that. But do you know--Marie--a few moments ago I opened her door softly, to see how she was resting, and found her still fully dressed, just as she came from the train, seated at the open window, a book in her lap, and staring out into space.
Brauer.
Well, well, well! I thought her passion for novels had passed away long ago.
Mrs. Brauer.
I've been thinking--we must watch her more closely.