Brown (alarmed). I am not so sure! You look better in muslins.
[Last Act is played, and Paul Astier is shot dead.
Mrs. Brown (much affected). Oh! what did they do that for?
Brown. Don't you see—the reward of life. Hence the title. (Subsequently in the cab.) Wasn't it good? Didn't you enjoy yourself?
Mrs. Brown. Very much indeed, but I do wish you had got a book! (To herself.) Let me see—green velvet over white satin. (Aloud.) It will take about eighteen yards!
Brown (waking up). Eighteen yards of what?
Mrs. Brown. Oh, nothing! I was only thinking.
[Scene closes in upon a mental vision of the dress-maker from opposite points of view.
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