MRS. HUNTER. Show them up, Jordan. [JORDAN _bows and goes out._] How do I
look, dear?
[_Arranges her handkerchief._
CLARA. [_Looking in the mirror._] How do I?
MRS. HUNTER. [_With her back to_ CLARA.] I asked you first how _I_
looked!
CLARA. [_Not observing._] Oh, you're all right, how am I?
MRS. HUNTER. [_Not looking at_ CLARA.] Charming! We'll go upstairs and
come down again; I don't think it nice to be found here as if we were
expecting visitors.
[_They go out Right._
[JORDAN _steps into the room to announce the visitors, and seeing no one
there, bows as the three pass him._
JORDAN. The ladies will be down at once.
[_He goes out Right._
[_The three turn, looking about the room with curiosity, as if the
funeral might have made some difference in the house._
[MISS SILLERTON _is a handsome, attractive woman, most fashionably
dressed and perfectly conventional in character and intelligence._ MISS
GODESBY _is a little slow, more assertive, sharper of tongue, more
acutely intelligent, and equally smartly dressed. She has still a
remnant of real, sincere feeling buried under a cynical mask which her
life in a fast set has developed for her self-preservation._ TROTTER _is
a foolish young person, meaning well enough according to his lights,
which are not of the biggest and brightest.
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