Sophy.
Despicable, is it! I don't care! My goodness, I'd do the shabbiest thing a woman could do to save you from him!
Muriel.
[Peering among the trees.] Hush, hush, hush!
Sophy.
[On the verge of tears.] Perhaps you fancy I'm mean from choice? Perhaps you imagine—?
Muriel.
Be quiet, Sophy!
Sophy.
[Giving a sniff and lowering her voice.] Well, here they were, standing exactly where you are, close to each other. [Muriel changes her position.] I saw her touch his arm. Oh, I'm positive there's something between those two! "You will?" I heard her say. And then he made a remark about Friday—Friday—