No; that young gentleman leaving.
[Miss Moon, carrying her bowl and towel, and Miss Huddle, after exchanging a few words with Miss Limbird, withdraw.
Frayne.
[To Quex, biliously.] How revoltingly hideous these gals look this morning!
Quex.
Same as yesterday. You're seedy.
Frayne.
[Closing his eyes.] Oh, shockingly seedy. [Sitting.] I'm in for a go of malaria, I fear.
Quex.
Shame of me to have routed you out of bed and bothered you with my affairs. [Sitting.] But you can quite understand, Chick, how confoundedly anxious I am as to the attitude Miss Fullgarney will adopt towards me to-day.