I rang.

Sophy.

You? what for?

Quex.

Oh, you and I are going to have a cosy little chat together.

Sophy.

[Haughtily.] I don't understand you.

Quex.

We'll understand one another well enough, in a minute.

[He lights another cigarette and seats himself upon the settee. She moves to the back of a chair, eyeing him distrustfully.