[He goes up the steps, gives her a parting look, and, disappears. It is now twilight. Mrs. Eden, Frayne, and Muriel—all dressed for dinner—appear on the other side of the low hedge.

Mrs. Eden.

[To Frayne, walking with him above the hedge.] Delightful, isn't it? It was planted by the late Lord Owbridge's father a hundred years ago.

Frayne.

[Seeing Sophy.] Why, isn't that the young manicure lady?

Mrs. Eden.

Yes. All these pieces of sculpture are genuine old Italian. This quaint little fountain came from the Villa Marchotti—

Frayne.

[Edging towards Sophy.] Alluring.

Mrs. Eden.