GEORGIANA. Maybe what--?
BELLA. Oh, I dunno--I--
GEORGIANA. [_Rising and going to the sofa._] Come, Bella, we must get on
with your article.
[_A pause._
BELLA. [_Looking about._] Why, you haven't got a cosy corner, have you?
And yet you seem to go in for the real artistic! I don't know what my
sister 'n' I'd do without our cosy corner! It is draped with a fish net,
and has paper butterflies and beetles in it! Very artistic! And she's
got--well, really now, I believe she's got at least _eleven pillers_;
counting the two ticking ones that has their covers come off at night
for our bed!
GEORGIANA. [_Rising nervously._] Bella, I have some colored dresses I'd
like to give you for your trousseau, if you care to take them. They've
not been worn very much.
BELLA. Oh, Miss Georgiana, of course I'd take 'em--only, I don't know, I
sort of feel it in my bones you'll wear 'em yourself.
[STEVEN _enters Left suddenly. He tries to conceal his great
excitement._ MOLES _is with him._
STEVEN. [_To_ MOLES.] Tell Mrs. Carley I want to see her here, please.
MOLES. Yes, sir.
[_He goes out Right._
STEVEN.
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