Quex.
What, a little whisky on the top of champagne?
Frayne.
[Gazing pathetically at Quex with watery eyes.] A good deal of champagne underneath a lot of whisky.
[The door-gong sounds.
Quex.
Who's this? [He walks to the entrance, and looks into the further room.] The Fullgarney.
[He returns to his former position, as Sophy enters quickly followed by Miss Claridge, Miss Moon, and Miss Huddle. Sophy—dressed as at the end of the First Act—is pale, red-eyed, and generally unstrung. She comes to Quex, disconcerted by his presence.
[Confronting him.] Oh, good morning.