A Well-read Woman. That's Queen CHARLOTTE, that is. GEORGE THE THIRD's wife, you know—her that was so domestic.
Her Companion. Wasn't that the one that was shut up in the Tower, or something?
The W.W. In the Tower? Lor, my dear, no, I never 'eard of it. You're thinking of the TUDORS, or some o' that lot, I expect!
Her Comp. Am I? I daresay. I never could remember 'Istry. Why, if you'll believe me, I always have to stop and think which of the GEORGES came first!
More Critical Visitors (before Portraits). He's rather pleasant-looking, don't you think? I don't like her face at all. So peculiar. And what a hideous dress—like a tea-gown without any upper part—frightful!
A Sceptical V. They all seem to have had such thin lips in those days. Somehow, I can't bring myself to believe in such very thin lips—can you, dear?
Her Friend. I always think it's a sign of meanness, myself.
The S.V. No; but I mean—I can't believe everyone had them in the eighteenth century.
Her Friend. Oh, I don't know. If it was the fashion!