Quex.
[Perceiving Sophy and approaching her.] How are you, Miss Fullgarney?
Sophy.
[Respectfully, but icily.] Oh, how do you do, my lord?
[Miss Claridge withdraws. Frayne comes forward, eyeing Sophy with interest.
Quex.
My aunt—Lady Owbridge—has asked me to meet her here at two o'clock. Her ladyship is lunching at a tea-shop close by—bunning is a more fitting expression—with Mrs. Eden and Miss Eden.
Sophy.
[Gladly.] Miss Muriel!
Quex.