[Approaches seat.
Ethel. Well (approaches seat)—I suppose we might; we promised her we would look at everything, you know, and report this afternoon.
Newcome (displaying goods). There, ladies! I am sure there is not to be found anywhere in the city, or indeed out of it, such a selection of greens; all tones and shades to suit every taste and complexion. Is it for yourself, may I ask, madam?
Maud. Oh no, no, no—for a friend.
Newcome. And what complexion is the lady, light or dark? We have tints to suit all.
Maud (to Ethel). Would you call her fair or dark, dear?
Maud. You would! Why, I thought she was just about my complexion.
Ethel. So she is, love, exactly.
Maud. Why, darling! I am not dark, surely; I am considered to be very, very fair for a person with such dark hair and eyes.