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stay and put on a shawl.—(To Dickenson.) Bring me that shawl from the next room.—(Charville gives a sign to Dickenson, and goes for the shawl himself.) Surely, Dickenson, you don't believe that it can possibly be Mr. Charville: you would be more alarmed if you thought so. There is some trick in this: I know it by that smile on your face. (Dickenson retires without answering, and Charville re-enters with the shawl.) That is a lace shawl, foolish fellow, bring me the other. That would keep nobody warm, and be torn on the bushes besides.
CHARVILLE. (rending the shawl in anger, and speaking in his natural voice).
MRS. CHARVILLE.
CHARVILLE.
MRS. CHARVILLE.