[Sighs plaintively.
Maud. Why not look at it by gaslight, love?
Ethel. Oh, I hate to give so much trouble!
Newcome. No trouble in the world, madam—a pleasure. I will gladly show you these goods by gaslight, for I am confident you will only admire them the more. Here, boy (calls boy, and hands him a pile of goods), take these to the gaslight-room. This way ladies, please. (They cross the aisle and enter the gaslight-room, preceded by the boy, who sets down the goods and retires.) There! look at that! Isn't that a rich, warm, beautiful color!
[Displays clarets.
Maud. Lovely!
Ethel. Yes, lovely—but (dubiously) I am so afraid she won't like it.
Maud. It is very perplexing.
Ethel. Yes. Oh, how sweet those browns do look in this light! Don't they?
Newcome. Ah, I just brought over the browns, madam, for I thought you might care to see them too.