MISS GODESBY. I'm afraid my back is rather full of bones.
CLARA. They told us in Paris, bones were coming in! [_She takes a large
American beauty rose from a vase on the piano and slips it down_ MARIE'S
_back so that the dress seems much less decollete._] There, never too
late to mend!
MISS GODESBY. How much is this one?
[MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _examine the dress._
CLARA. [_Whispers to_ MRS. HUNTER.] You paid two hundred for it!
MRS. HUNTER. Three hundred dollars. It is really superb.
MISS SILLERTON. [_Pulling_ MISS GODESBY _around quickly._] My dear, your
hat pin is coming out!
MISS GODESBY. Don't be absurd!
MISS SILLERTON. What?
MISS GODESBY. It's my turn, sit down; you got the last! You won't mind
my being frank, Mrs. Hunter?
MRS. HUNTER. [_On the defensive._] Certainly not.
MISS GODESBY. I think the price is too much.
TROTTER. Oh, go on, pay it!
MISS GODESBY. Will you sign the check?
TROTTER. _Excuse me!_
CLARA. I'd give twice that if only I could wear it to one ball this
winter!
MRS. HUNTER. I wouldn't part with it for a penny less. I couldn't afford
to.
[_The manners and voices of all become a little strained._
MISS GODESBY. That is of course your affair.
MRS. HUNTER.
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