Quex.

[Gazing at the sky.] Oh, I don't know about that.

Sophy.

[Slyly.] You do know. [Wagging her head at him.] You do know.

Quex.

[Relaxing slightly.] It may be so, of course, without one's being conscious of it.

Sophy.

May be so! ah, ha! not conscious of it! ho! [Slapping his hand again, soundly.] Artful!

Quex.

[Flattered and amused.] No, no, I assure you! ha, ha!