Oh, good evening, Mr. Carley, it's a pleasant evening! (STEVEN: Good evening, Miss Shindle.) What I come to ask is if I shall do you now, and Mrs. Wishings around the corner afterwards? (GEORGIANA: I think I'd rather you went to Mrs. Wishings first if you don't mind.) Oh, it's all the same to me! Mrs. Wishings ain't really in the smart set and they say her husband ain't so rich, and she's horrid to her servants--don't give them cake. I don't care if I lost her head to do! I'm like that, as you know, particular when I'm particular, but--well--just supercilious and negligée when it don't count! Good gracious! (Laughing.) Oh, here's a letter for you I brought up for Lizzie. It's from the Phillypeenys and has a special delivery on. (GEORGIANA takes letter and opens it and reads it.) That's how it come at this hour. Some folks do have luck, as the saying is! I've got to wait till to-morrow morning for mine if I get one, and if there's a Phillypeeny post and I don't get one, well, I pity the ladies' hair I dress to-morrow, that's all! (To STEVEN.) Mr. Carley, you've got lovely soft hair, haven't you? I know you have a lovely disposition, I can tell it from your hair. Yes, indeed, they always go together, it's a certain sign! Now Mrs. Wishings' hair is just like a horse's tail! what there is of it. I often feel like asking her which she'd rather I done it, on or off! (Laughs heartily.) I must have my little joke, but nobody minds me--good-by.

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