Sophy.
[With an air of great propriety.] Complained at once to Lady Owbridge.
Quex.
As it is—what do you think of doing now?
Sophy.
About you and her Grace?
Quex.
[Scowling.] Yes.
Oh, tell the ladies in the morning, first thing.
Sophy.
[With an air of great propriety.] Complained at once to Lady Owbridge.
Quex.
As it is—what do you think of doing now?
Sophy.
About you and her Grace?
Quex.
[Scowling.] Yes.
Oh, tell the ladies in the morning, first thing.