Hunter?
MRS. HUNTER. [_Offended._] I must say I do mind very much.--[_A
pause._]--because--[_A second pause._]--well, I am going to marry Mr.
Trotter--[_All, not believing her, laugh merrily._] You are all very
rude!
MISS GODESBY. Not on the level! Not _Trotter_!
MISS SILLERTON. Not _really_!
BLANCHE. No, no, of course not!
[_She rings bell._
MRS. HUNTER. But I _am_! And I thought here at my daughter's table,
among my own friends (I was allowed to name the guests to-night), I
could count on good wishes and congratulations.
[_There is a dead silence._
[_The musicians, a band of Neapolitan players, enter and take their
places in a recess at Left._
BLANCHE. [_To the musicians._] You may play. [_To_ JORDAN, _who has
brought in the Neapolitans._] We are ready, Jordan.
[JORDAN _goes out at back._
[RUTH _goes to_ BLANCHE.
[_The guitars and mandolins begin a popular song._
MISS GODESBY. [_To_ MRS. HUNTER.] Oh, well, Mrs. Hunter, we were only
codding! There's lots of good in Trotter, and I'm sure you'll bring it
out. Good luck!
[_Shaking her hand._
RUTH. [_To_ BLANCHE, _aside._] You won't allow this!
BLANCHE. Certainly not. [BLANCHE _crosses to her mother and they go to
one side together;_ BLANCHE _speaks in a lowered voice.
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