Miss Moon.

Here's Mr. Valma, Miss Fullgarney.

Sophy.

[With a little gasp.] Mr. Valma. [Approaching him.] How do you do?

Pollitt.

[Advancing.] Pardon me for the liberty I have taken in again crossing the leads.

Sophy.

[Looking away from him.] No liberty at all.

Pollitt.

I desire a few words with you, Miss Fullgarney, and it struck me that at this time of the day—