Really, I never saw you look
better!
MRS. CARLEY. Really! and how is my hair?
GEORGIANA. Redder!
BELLA. Oh, Miss Georgiana, it isn't too red a bit.
GEORGIANA. It's very fine, Bella, but I think I'd take off a little. You
don't want Mrs. Carley to rival Mrs. Wishings and look as if she'd
cornered the hair market.
BELLA. She's just teasing you.
[GEORGIANA _has risen._
MRS. CARLEY. You are lovely, Georgiana.
GEORGIANA. That's because my thoughts are lovely.
MRS. CARLEY. I'm awfully proud of you, dear, and wish you were my own
daughter.
GEORGIANA. Thank you, mother.
MRS. CARLEY. The Grand Duke will surely notice you. Aren't you going to
put something in your hair?
BELLA. [_Handing it to_ GEORGIANA.] A rose with glass dewdrops.
[_Newsboy's voice heard in the street--calling,
"Extra--Extra--Terrible"--the rest is indistinct._
GEORGIANA. What's that?
MRS. CARLEY. A newsboy with an extra.
[_Man's voice outside, "Extra--Extra--Terrible"--the rest is still
indistinct._ LOUISE _enters, beautifully dressed._
BELLA. Oh!
GEORGIANA. Lovely, Louise!
LOUISE. I've got a splitting headache.
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