_] You _won't_ take it?
MISS GODESBY. _Can't!_ Good-by.
CLARA. [_Dryly._] You're forgetting your muff!
TROTTER. Rubber!
MISS GODESBY. [_Coming back for it._] How stupid!
[_She goes away to the door again in silence, which is full of suspense
for all of them. As she reaches the door_ MRS. HUNTER _speaks._
MRS. HUNTER. Look here, Julia, don't say another word; you shall have
the dress for two hundred and fifty.
MISS GODESBY. [_Rushing back, followed by all the others._] You dear!
I'm afraid you think I've been rather nasty!
MRS. HUNTER. Oh, no, of course business is business, and I'd _rather
you_ had it than see it wasted on some of our other friends who'd be
sights in it!
MISS SILLERTON. Good-by. [_Kisses her this time._] I haven't said half I
feel; you've been in my thoughts all these last few days.
MRS. HUNTER. Thank you, dear.
[_Kisses her._
MISS GODESBY. Shall we send around for the dresses in the morning?
MRS. HUNTER. Or I'll send them.
MISS GODESBY. No, we won't trouble you.
MISS SILLERTON. Good-by!
MRS. HUNTER AND CLARA. Good-by!
[MISS SILLERTON _and_ MISS GODESBY _go out Left, followed by_ TROTTER,
_who has joined in all the good-bys, and upon whom_ CLARA _has more or
less continuously kept her "weather eye.
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