Bess. Imagine trampling on a hundred-and-fifty dollar rug.
Stranger. People trample on more valuable things every day.
Bess (aside). Now why should that speech make me uncomfortable? (To Madge.) Aren't we inconsiderate in taking the time of a stranger for our affairs?
Stranger. That depends upon the stranger.
Bess. Then shall we look at curtains? Those are handsome—aren't they?
Stranger. I'm afraid they are more expensive even than the rug. You might try dotted muslin, perhaps. I shall have them for my room.
Bess (reluctantly). Well. What are you giggling about, Madge?
Madge. I was thinking that you said this morning nothing could induce you to have dotted muslin curtains.
Bess. People may change their minds—mayn't they?
Stranger. I trust you may change yours some time when more is at stake. (To Salesman.) Will you kindly find some pale blue draperies that I ordered from the fancy-goods counter down-stairs, and bring them here?