[_To_ BLANCHE.] Good-by, my dear; if you want me, let me
know; I'll be glad to do anything I can. I'm staying at the Waldorf.
CLARA. It's full of people from Kansas and Wyoming Territory come to
hear the Opera!
RUTH. A little western blood wouldn't hurt our New York life a bit!
CLARA. Ah! Got you there! The west is the place where the divorces come
from!
MRS. HUNTER. [_Laughs._] What's the matter with Providence? I think
Rhode Island tips the scales pretty even for the east!
BLANCHE. Please go, mother; please leave me for a little while.
MRS. HUNTER. Oh, very well, good-by! [LEONARD _enters Right with a
Christmas parcel, which he places on the table Right._] Dear me, have
you had all these Christmas presents and not opened them?
BLANCHE. It is only little Richard in this house who is celebrating
Christmas to-day.
MRS. HUNTER. It's a terrible affair; I only hope the newspapers won't
get hold of it. [_To_ LEONARD.] If any women come here asking for _me_
who look like ladies, don't let 'em in! They ain't my friends; they're
reporters.
[LEONARD _bows and goes out._
CLARA. I'm awfully sorry, Blanche, I honestly am; but I think you'll
have only yourself to blame if you don't strike out now and throw Dick
over. Good-by!
[MRS.
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