Quex.
[Taking her letter from his pocket and thrusting it into her hand.] Here's your letter! take it—I won't have it. [Going quickly to the passage-door, unlocking it, and throwing the door open.] There you are!
Sophy.
[Sobbing.] Oh! oh!
[There is a hurried, irregular knocking at the door.
Quex.
[Gripping her arm.] Hush! [In a whisper.] Call out—wait!
Sophy.
[Raising her voice—unsteadily.] Wait—one moment!
Quex.