[With a shudder.] One is sufficiently dreadful.
Mrs. Eden.
Horrid! [Making a moue.] It's Jack—my husband!
Duchess.
[Reprovingly.] Hush, dear Mrs. Eden! Sophy— [Sophy comes to the Duchess. Languidly.] I shall read for half-an-hour before attempting to sleep. Put me into something loose.
Sophy.
Yes, your Grace.
[Sophy again retires to the bedroom.
Mrs. Eden.