[Laying her clipper aside suddenly, and putting her hand to her eyes with a cry of pain.] Oh!
Quex.
[Coolly.] What's the matter?
Sophy.
[Rising.] A little splinter has flown into my eye It often happens.
Quex.
[Rising.] Extremely painful, I expect?
Sophy.
[Producing her handkerchief.] Very. [Giving him her handkerchief.] Do you think you could find it?