I am aware of that. [Lowering his voice.] What are you doing here with Lord Quex?

Sophy.

I—I've been manicuring him.

The Younger Servant comes down the steps.

Servant.

[To Sophy.] Mrs. Eden is quite ready for you, miss.

[She hurriedly replaces her manicure instruments, &c., in the bag, hands the bowl to the Servant, and, without looking at Pollitt or Quex, goes swiftly up the steps and disappears. The Servant follows her, carrying the bowl.

Pollitt.

[To Quex.] Excuse me, my lord—

Quex.