Sophy.

Oh, we sha'n't get married yet awhile—not for a year or more, I fancy.

Quex.

[Graciously.] In that case, I shall hope to have the pleasure, and the privilege, of being present at your wedding—with my wife.

Sophy.

[Hanging her head.] Thank you.

Quex.

Chick—

[He goes out.

Frayne.