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DUCHESS.
[_Coming to_ MRS. EDEN.] _Must_ you? Good-night.
MRS. EDEN.
So nice of you to allow me this gossip.
DUCHESS.
Delighted.
[_They kiss affectionately._
MRS. EDEN.
We go shopping together to-morrow, do we not?
DUCHESS.
Yes, yes.
MRS. EDEN.
[_With exaggerated regret._] To-morrow! your last day here! misery! [_At
the door, finding she still has "Madame Plon" in her hand._] Oh! do you
happen to be on this one?
DUCHESS.
Not that one.
MRS. EDEN.
I wonder whether you'd lend it to me?
DUCHESS.
Gladly.
MRS. EDEN.
As you say, there is something about these French writers--
DUCHESS.
Style.
MRS. EDEN.
That's it--style. [_Opening the door._] Ah! lights out.
DUCHESS.
Can you see?
MRS. EDEN.
[_Going out._] There's just a glimmer--
[_She disappears._
DUCHESS.
I'll keep the door open till you have turned the corner.
[SOPHY _comes back and stands watching the_ DUCHESS. _The_ DUCHESS
_remains at the open door for a little, while, then kisses her hand to_
MRS.
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