Duchess—?

Duchess.

[Hesitatingly.] Oh—oh, by all means. [To Sophy.] Thank you.

[The gong sounds in the distance again, as Quex—now in evening-dress—and Frayne return together, above the hedge.

Lady Owbridge.

Here is Quex.

[The ladies, except Muriel, join Frayne and Quex.

Muriel.

[To Sophy.] What are you doing?

Sophy.