Bess. Have you daughters?
Stranger. None of my own; but I'm going to adopt two in a few weeks.
Madge. Do you love them so much?
Stranger. I shall when we know each other better.
Bess. And they?
Stranger. I fear they are a trifle prejudiced at present, but love begets love, and we shall eventually become friends.
Madge. It would be difficult not to become friendly with you.
Stranger. Thank you, my dear. (Again goes to curtains, L.) Here is our salesman at last, and as we are all on the same errand, we may save time by looking at carpets and hangings together. (To Bess.) You shall have first opportunity, however.
Bess. No, no; you are entitled to take precedence.
Stranger. Age before beauty—eh? Well, then we will collectively examine rugs for your rooms. (To Salesman.) Something in delicate tints, please.