Frayne.
How did you find 'em?
Quex.
Amiability itself; they know nothing. [Rising and looking down upon Frayne.] You see, Chick, all that Miss Fullgarney has to do—if she hasn't already done it—is to tell a trifling taradiddle to Muriel concerning the events of last night. Well, in effect, she has promised to do that, hasn't she? [Impatiently.] Eh?
[Gloomily.] Frankly, Harry, I shouldn't be in the least surprised if the jade sold you.
Quex.
[His jaw falling.] You wouldn't?
Frayne.
No.