Her Own Way - A Play in Four Acts by Clyde Fitch
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[GEORGIANA _goes to her._
GEORGIANA. Oh, no, you won't; you'll live very happily in a nice little flat, with two servants and a polite elevator boy in buttons. MRS. CARLEY. [_Pitifully._] Louise! GEORGIANA. And Mr. Caldwell I am going to see at the ball to-night. I believe he will help us if he can. LOUISE. You're going to the ball? In spite of everything? GEORGIANA. Yes, we must. Let's have as little talk about the whole thing as possible. Steve's had bad luck! The people mustn't think there's anything we're ashamed of. There isn't anything. COAST. Oh, isn't there? GEORGIANA. No. [LOUISE _gets the smelling salts from the table for_ MRS. CARLEY. MRS. CARLEY. It's true; so long as we've lost everything else, I don't see why she should lose the ball too! [_Using the smelling salts._ LOUISE. And I suppose we really ought to be seen there, or lots of people will _never_ believe we were asked. |
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