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.