Mrs. Crashaw: “Did she send you back for it?”
Miller: “I shouldn’t have had the pleasure of arriving with you if she hadn’t.”
Mrs. Crashaw, laughing, to Mrs. Curwen: “What did you send yours back for, my dear?”
Mrs. Curwen, thrusting out one hand gloved, and the other ungloved: “I didn’t want two rights.”
Young Mr. Bemis: “Not even women’s rights?”
Mrs. Curwen: “Oh, so young and so depraved! Are all the young men in Florence so bad?” Surveying her extended arms, which she turns over: “I don’t know that I need have sent him for the other glove. I could have explained to Mrs. Roberts. Perhaps she would have forgiven my coming in one glove.”
Miller, looking down at the pretty arms: “If she had seen you without.”
Mrs. Curwen: “Oh, you were looking!” She rapidly involves her arms in her wrap. Then she suddenly unwraps them, and regards them thoughtfully. “What if he should bring a ten-button instead of an eight! And he’s quite capable of doing it.”
Miller: “Are there such things as ten-button gloves?”
Mrs. Curwen: “You would think there were ten-thousand button gloves if you had them to button.”