Sophy.
Yes, there's nothing doing here just at lunch-time.
Pollitt.
Perhaps you would graciously allow me to converse with you while you—
Sophy.
[Regaining her self-possession.] Oh, I had my lunch an hour ago; I came over so ravenous. [Going to Miss Moon, who is still lost in admiration of Pollitt—in a whisper.] Be off, child. Don't stand staring at Mr. Valma.
Miss Moon.
[In Sophy's ear.] I think I've got him another!
Shut up!