[Looking at the note.] Oh, thanks. [Closing the door.] I beg your pardon, your Grace—it's for me.
[She returns to the dressing-table, reading the note.
Mrs. Eden.
[Jestingly.] Ah, Sophy! you must encourage no more sweethearts now, remember.
Sophy.
This is from him, Mrs. Eden—from Mr. Valma, saying good-night. He's gone to bed.
Mrs. Eden.
Good gracious! how do you know?
Sophy.
Mrs. Gregory, the housekeeper, has allowed him to sleep here to-night, so that we may go back together in the morning.