Maud. Yes, so it would. I wish now that I had looked more particularly at the browns out by the daylight.
Newcome. It is easy to look at them again, madam, I am sure. Here, boy, carry these goods back to the counter where you got them. (Boy crosses, laden with goods; Newcome and ladies follow.) That's it. (Boy retires.) Now, madam, just look at that shade by this light. Isn't that perfect?
Ethel. Yes, it's lovely, but—
Maud. Did she say she wished a brown especially, dear?
Ethel. No, she left it to me entirely.
Maud. How trying!
Ethel. Yes. I—I really, you know. I don't dare to take the responsibility; would you?
[Newcome's arms falter slightly in upholding the goods.
Maud. Frankly, my love, I think shopping for anyone else is something dreadful.
Ethel. It is so trying and so embarrassing. I don't dare really to get either (Newcome's arms fall helpless; he sighs) one of them.