Besides, it wouldn't do for me to attend upon Mrs. Jack—Mrs. Eden—all puffing and towzelled; [archly] now, would it?

Quex.

[Resuming his reading.] You're the best judge.

Sophy.

So I've a quarter of an hour to fill in somehow. [A pause.] I've a quarter of an hour to fill in somehow.

Quex.

[Behind his paper, beginning to be extremely bored.] Indeed?

Sophy.

[Quaking.] I—I wish there were some quiet little shady places to ramble about in, here at Fauncey Court.

Quex.