"That our friendship comes to an end." [She writes. He rises and looks over her shoulder.] "While thanking you again for past and present favours—"
Sophy.
[Groaning as she writes.] Oh! oh!
Quex.
"I undertake not to approach or annoy you in the future—"
Sophy.
Oh!
Quex.
"Upon any pretext whatsoever. Yours respectfully—" [After watching the completion of the letter.] Date it vaguely—[with a wave of the hand] "Monday afternoon." Blot it. [Moving away.] That's right. [She rises, reading the letter with staring eyes. Then she comes to him and yields the letter, and he folds it neatly and puts it into his breast-pocket.] Thank you. I think I need detain you no longer.
Sophy.