Quex.
Oh, would it? You didn't get what you wanted, though.
Sophy.
No; I suppose you were frightened.
Quex.
[Angrily.] What!
Sophy.
Too many people about for you.
Quex.
[Stifling his annoyance.] Tsch! If I had—[with a wave of the hand] what course would you have taken, pray?