Quex.

[Lowering his paper.] Eh?

Sophy.

I was just starting off down to the gates, you know, to meet Mr. Valma.

Quex.

[With amiable indifference.] Oh?

Sophy.

[Her head upon one side, smiling.] But it's too hot for walking, isn't it?

Quex.

[Resuming his reading.] It is warm.