[By her side again—suddenly.] I love you!
Sophy.
Oh, Mr. Valma!
Pollitt.
I love you! Ever since I had the honour of being presented to you by Mr. Salmon, the picture-dealer next door, I have thought of you, dreamt of you, constantly. [She brushes past him; he follows her.] Miss Fullgarney, you will accord me permission to pay you my addresses?
Sophy.
[In a flutter.] I—I am highly flattered and complimented, Mr. Valma, by your proposal—
Pollitt.
[Taking her hand.] Flattered—no!