[Behind his paper again.] I'm afraid I have no further suggestion to offer.
[There is another pause; then her face lights up, and she comes down to him swiftly.
Sophy.
[Close to him.] Show me your nails, my lord.
Quex.
[Lowering his paper.] My nails?
Sophy.
[Taking his hand and examining it.] Excuse me. Oh, my lord, for shame!
Quex.
You take exception to them?