MISS GODESBY. Thank you very much. I'll think it over.
MISS SILLERTON. What's the other?
CLARA. This is a dinner dress of Jess'.
[_Holding it up to her own waist._
MISS SILLERTON. [_Carried away by the dress._] Oh, lovely,--perfectly
charming,--an adorable gown!
[MISS GODESBY _pulls her arm and tries to make her less enthusiastic._
MISS GODESBY. [_To_ CLARA _and_ MRS. HUNTER.] Excuse me.
[_She takes_ MISS SILLERTON _to one side and whispers in her ear._
MISS SILLERTON. [_Aloud._] I can't help it. I'm crazy about the dress!
[_Meanwhile_ MRS. HUNTER _and_ TOMPSON _have whispered together._
MRS. HUNTER. They said themselves this was the most successful frock
they turned out this autumn.
MISS SILLERTON. And how much is _this_ one?
MRS. HUNTER. [_Very quickly, trying not to speak consciously._] This was
two hundred and seventy-five.
[CLARA _bites her lips in surprise and winks visibly to_ TOMPSON, _who
gives no sign and is otherwise imperturbable._
MISS SILLERTON. [_To_ MISS GODESBY, _looking hard at her._] My dear,
your hat pin is coming out!
MISS GODESBY. [_Looking hard at her._] No, it isn't; it's always like
that.
MISS SILLERTON. [_Going closer to her, whispers._] Which does that mean?
I forget!
MISS GODESBY.
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