[They laugh together. His constraint gradually diminishes. After shaking some liquid soap from a bottle into the bowl, she places the bowl beside him on the bench.
Sophy.
[While doing this.] My young ladies at a-hundred-and-eighty-five all agree with me about you.
Quex.
Do they?
Sophy.
Yes, do they!
Quex.
Your young ladies?
Sophy.