It's a _gouge_!
MISS SILLERTON. I can't help it; I can't resist.
MISS HUNTER. [_Whispers to_ CLARA.] She's going to take it; I wish I'd
asked more.
MISS SILLERTON. Mrs. Hunter, I'll _take_ the dinner dress! I'm crazy
about it!
MRS. HUNTER. I'm glad to have you have it; I'm glad to be able to do
you, in a way, a favor.
[MARIE _at this moment enters dressed in the most exquisite ball dress
of the very latest fashion and looks extremely lovely._
CLARA. Here's mine! I could cry to think I'll never wear it!
MARIE. _Voila_, madame!
[_A short silence, while the women sit down and drink in the gown._
MISS SILLERTON. [_In a subdued voice of awed admiration._] Beautiful!
MISS GODESBY. Great!
TROTTER. [_To_ MISS GODESBY.] _I'm_ stuck on the _girl_; introduce me.
She's out of sight!
[MRS. HUNTER _sighs long and loud,--a sigh of appreciation and
admiration._ MARIE _stands in the centre of the stage facing the
audience._
MISS GODESBY. May we see her back?
CLARA. Her _entire_ back, if she turns around!
MRS. HUNTER. Turn around, Marie.
MARIE. _Oui_, madame.
[_She turns her back--the dress is cut extremely in the back._
MISS SILLERTON. Oh!
MISS GODESBY. Rather!
MRS. HUNTER. The way everything is made this year.
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