I beg your pardon.
Sophy.
Now what have you done? [Wiping the water from his coat.] You clumsy boy!
Quex.
Thanks, thanks.
[She commences operations upon his left hand. He is now thoroughly entertained by her freedom and audacity.
Sophy.
Ha, ha! do you know what I maintain?
Quex.
[Laughing.] Upon my word, I dread to think.