Yes, Miss Fullgarney.
Sophy.
That'll do. [With sudden fierceness.] What are you all staring at? Haven't any of you ever slept in a strange bed?
[The girls retreat hastily, each carrying an article belonging to Sophy.
Quex.
[Advancing a step or two.] I am exceedingly sorry to see you looking so fatigued.
Sophy.
[Faintly.] Didn't close my eyes the whole night. [She drops the portière over the entrance, and approaches Quex.] Well, my lord?
Quex.
I have ventured to call upon you, Miss Fullgarney, in the hope of ratifying the excellent understanding with which we parted last night.