Louis Fair. And as for her hair, she's had
Bella Shindle working on it all afternoon, till it's the Titianest
Titian that ever flamed on human head!
COAST. Sounds great!
[_Sitting on the bench._ STEVEN _sits on the sofa._
GEORGIANA. Wait! She's built her tiara up with a breastpin and an
aigrette off my winter hat, and it was all I could do to keep her from
wearing the three feathers in which she was presented to the Queen in
A.D. '73.
[_They all laugh good-naturedly._
COAST. Aunt Laura's a corker!
GEORGIANA. Well, no one will miss her! She'll get the Grand Duke's eye
if no one else does! I tell her she'll go through the ballroom like a
search-light!
COAST. Is she all dressed now?
GEORGIANA. Not yet. I'm judging by her dress rehearsal! I left her in a
state of terrible indecision as to whether she should arch her eyebrows
"just a little" with a burnt match!
[_All laugh again good-naturedly._
COAST. Smart old girl!
GEORGIANA. She's all the happier for being silly, and she's a good soul
and does her best! What's _your_ news, Steve?
[_Turning to_ STEVEN.
STEVEN. Sam, would you mind?
[_Motions to_ COAST _to leave the room.
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