[Releasing his coat and raising her head.] Eh?
Quex.
[Sternly.] Open your eyes. Both of them. [She opens her eyes and stares at him. He returns her handkerchief.] There! I have removed the splinter. [She slowly backs away like a whipped child. He follows her.] Miss Fullgarney, I understand you are engaged to be married—to this young man, Valma?
Sophy.
[Tremblingly.] Yes, my lord.
Quex.
Do you care for him?
Sophy.
[Faintly.] Yes.