No.
Quex.
How much?
Sophy.
Not twenty thousand. I'm extremely comfortably off, my lord, but if I wasn't I wouldn't accept a penny of your money. All I wish is to save Miss Muriel from marrying a—a gentleman who isn't fit for her. And that's what I intend doing.
[They stand looking at each other for a moment, silently; then he walks away, thoughtfully.
Quex.
[In an altered tone.] Come here.
Sophy.
[With an eye on the door.] Certainly not.