George.
[With a glance at Marie.] May I not remain?
Gertrude.
No, no. You would criticise and find fault, and embarrass Marie, and me, too. Now be good, George, and go into the garden. [George exits.]
Marie.
[Holding sacque.] Will you put this on?
Gertrude.
No, I will put it around me.
Marie.
As you please. How do you want your hair dressed, high or low?