Marie.
You must go, too, Gertrude!
Gertrude.
[Peevishly.] But why should I?
Marie.
You know, dear, your future home----
Gertrude.
Ah, yes; those stupid furnishings! Do you know, I don't think a wedding half so much fun as Christmas. Now don't be long, will you? [Exit.]
[Pause.]