There are several.
Sophy.
Are there?... are there?
Quex.
[Turning his paper.] Oh, yes, a great many.
Sophy.
You see, I'm a stranger—
Quex.
[Kindly.] Well, you run along; you'll find 'em. [She walks away slowly, baffled. He glances at her over his paper, slightly puzzled.] Have you seen the grotto?
Sophy.