[_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.