[In her ear, as he gives her the key of the door.] Say the Duchess is with Mrs. Jack; say she wants her letters brought to her in the morning; say anything—
Sophy.
Yes, yes. [Weeping and shaking and gasping, she goes to the door and unlocks it. He tip-toes into the bedroom and turns out the light there. She opens the door an inch or two.] Yes?
Two Voices.
[A mans and a woman's.] What is it? what's the matter?
Sophy.
[Steadying herself, with an effort.] Nothing. Only her Grace has gone to Mrs. Eden's room and wishes her letters taken there in the morning most particularly—see?
The Voices.
What did you ring like that for? Thought the place was afire!
Sophy.