Quex.
[Putting his hands behind him, smiling.] Really? the results of manicure are more far-reaching than I had imagined.
Sophy.
You, see, my lord, when a man's courting he is free to look his young lady in the face for as long as he chooses; it's considered proper and attentive. But the girl is expected to drop her eyes, and then—what has she to look at? Why, a well-trimmed hand or an ugly one. [Taking off her rings.] Now then, I'll do wonders for you in ten minutes.
Quex.
Thank you; I am not going indoors just yet.
Sophy.
No need to go indoors. [Depositing her rings upon the table and opening her bag.] I've got my bag here, with all my tools—see!
Ah, but I won't trouble you this evening. Another occasion—