Quex.
[To Sophy.] Well, I must not detain you longer, Miss Fullgarney. But there is, of course, one point upon which I should like to feel completely assured. You have seen Miss Eden—?
Sophy.
No; not since last evening.
Quex.
[Anxiously.] When do you—?
Sophy.
[Looking away.] I'm rather expecting her to pop in here during the day.
Quex.
Quite so. And—and then—?