Sophy.
You let me out directly.
Quex.
[Pointing a finger at her.] You'll gain nothing by raging, my good girl. Ha! now you appreciate the curiously awkward position in which you have placed yourself.
Sophy.
I've placed myself in no—
Quex.
Oh, come, come! Taking me at my blackest, I'm not quite the kind of man that a young woman who prides herself upon her respectability desires to be mixed up with in this fashion.
Sophy.
Mixed up with!