Maud. Yes, an invalid lady who is unable to go out at all; we thought if we could take her some samples.
[Chorus groan weakly.
Newcome. Certainly, madam.
[Opens drawer and hands forth any number of packets of samples.
Ethel. Oh, how good you are! Thank you. Say, Maud, isn't that green, up there, the top of that left-hand pile, isn't it too lovely and chic for anything?
Maud. Perfect.
Newcome (abandoning the search for more samples). Green—did you say green, ladies?
Ethel. Oh, never mind!
Newcome (struggling with the greens, which threaten to topple over on him). No trouble at all, madam—none (lands the greens successfully on the counter). We have, as you see, a complete line of the greens—the most fashionable and stylish color of the season. Do be seated, madam, and just let me show you these unparalleled goods, one-fifty only a yard, reduced from two and a half, all-wool, warranted imported French dress material. We sell no domestic goods in this establishment.
Maud. We might look at them, dear.