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A scowling SALESLADY starts in DOROTHY’s direction. MADAME MARKFORD’s voice stops her.
MADAME MARKFORD
Delphine, perhaps our guests would
care to view the new shipment of fine
lace gloves that arrived this morning
from Paris? I am certain they will
find them to be quite exquisite.
DELPHINE nods and goes to fetch the gloves. MADAME MARKFORD turns to the SOCIETY MATRONS.
MADAME MARKFORD
(smiling brightly)
More chocolat chaud, ladies?
The SOCIETY MATRONS beam and nod their heads in hearty agreement. ANOTHER SALESLADY jumps into action refilling the extended demitasse cups from a silver hot chocolate pot.
CLOSE ON DOROTHY admiring how the hat looks on her when she glimpses MADAME MARKFORD storming toward her in the shelf mirror.
MADAME MARKFORD, the bright smile gone from her face, her eyes flashing fire, confronts DOROTHY.
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