Sophy.
[Turning her head away, in great disdain.] Really!
Quex.
Really. You won't accept money?
Sophy.
No, indeed, I will not.
Quex.
Very well. Ha! it's an odd attitude for a man like myself to adopt towards—[indicating Sophy by a motion of the hand.] But I make an appeal to you.
Sophy.
[Elevating her eyebrows.] Appeal?