SWEET. (L.) Don't you trouble yourself, I'm just in the humour for
her!
_Enter MRS. SWEET and MRS. SHORT, door, L. 2 E.--MARIA following with
an evening dress on her arm--STEPHEN enters, L. C., and wheels back
sofa to R. in flat._
MRS. SHORT. Never mind, Fanny--why, what a child you are--don't let
the dress put you out of temper, I am sure I can alter it for you.
(_to MARIA_) Lay it carefully on the bed.
_Exit MARIA, door, L. 1 E._
(_to MRS. SWEET_) You must come and dress in my room.
MRS. SWEET. Was there ever anything so vexatious? Stupid creature!
(_sits, L._)
_STEPHEN removes luncheon and exit, L. C._
SWEET. (_aside to MRS. SHORT_) Well?
MRS. SHORT. (_not at first understanding him_) Eh? Oh yes! (_aside_)
Well, I spoke to her about it, and I am sure she is very sorry for
what took place, so you mustn't think any more of it.
SHORT. (_aside to SWEET_) Be firm--show determination!
MRS. SHORT. (_aside to SWEET_) You promised me, you know, to make it
up with her.
SHORT. (_aside to MRS. SHORT_) This is no place for us just now,
hadn't you better go and dress?