MAUD. Did she say she wished a brown especially, dear?
ETHEL. No, she left it to me entirely.
MAUD. How trying!
ETHEL. Yes. I--I really, you know. I don't dare to take the
responsibility; would you?
[_Newcome's arms falter slightly in upholding the goods._
MAUD. Frankly, my love, I think shopping for anyone else is something
dreadful.
ETHEL. It is so trying and so embarrassing. I don't dare really to get
either (_Newcome's arms fall helpless; he sighs_) one of them.
MAUD. They are lovely, though; aren't they?
ETHEL. Yes, if (_Newcome revives a little_) I thought she would really
be satisfied.
[_He essays once again to hold up the browns._