Sophy.
[Pointing to Frayne.] Well, but—er—
Quex.
Oh—oh, yes— [To Frayne, who has turned away.] Frayne— [To Sophy.] I have taken my old and trusted friend, Sir Chichester Frayne, into my confidence in this regrettable business.
Sophy.
[Dubiously.] Indeed?
Quex.
I thought it desirable there should be a third party—
Sophy.
P'r'aps you're right. [Cuttingly.] One needs a third party when one has the honour of meeting your lordship—[Checking herself.] Excuse me.