[MISS SILLERTON _and_ MISS GODESBY _again exchange surreptitious
glances._
MRS. HUNTER. Every one's been most kind.
[_There is an awkward pause for a moment, no one knowing quite what to
say. Both_ MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _have started the
conversation in the direction of clothing and are fearful of the topic
being changed. As the pause becomes embarrassing, they look helplessly
from one to the other, and all five, suddenly and at once, make an
ineffectual effort to say something--or nothing. Out of the general
confusion_ MRS. HUNTER _comes to the front, mistress of the situation._]
Are you going to stay in New York this winter, Mr. Trotter?
TROTTER. Yes, I'm negotiating for one of the biggest classy building
plots on upper Fifth Avenue.
CLARA. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] I saw in the papers you were at the dance
last night.
[MISS GODESBY _nods and motions surreptitiously to_ TROTTER _to go. He,
however, doesn't understand._
MRS. HUNTER. [_With interest again in life._] Oh, _were you?_ What did
you wear?
MISS GODESBY. Oh, dowdy old things. I haven't bought my winter frocks
yet.
[_She repeats this casually as if to herself._
[MISS SILLERTON _motions to_ TROTTER _to go, but he has forgotten and
still doesn't understand.
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