Campbell: "Willis?"
Mrs. Somers: "Let me go! I must bathe my eyes! You stay here and receive them! I'll be back at once!" She escapes from the arms stretched towards her, and out of the door, just before her guests enter from the library, and Campbell remains to receive them. The ladies, in returning, call over one another's heads and shoulders.
XI
MR. CAMPBELL and the OTHERS
Mrs. Roberts: "Amy, it's lovely! But it doesn't half do you justice."
Young Mrs. Bemis: "It's too sweet for anything, Mrs. Somers."
Mrs. Crashaw: "Why did you let the man put you into that ridiculous seventeenth-century dress? Can't he paint a modern frock?"
Mrs. Wharton: "But what exquisite coloring, Mrs. Somers!"
Mrs. Miller: "He's got just your lovely turn of the head."
Miss Bayly: "And the way you hold your fan—what character he's thrown into it!"