Valma, I've made up my mind. I intend to do exactly what you wish, in the future, in everything. I'm going to give up squatting down here manicuring gentlemen—
Pollitt.
Sophy!
Sophy.
And shall simply sail about these rooms, overlooking my girls in the plainest of silks. And never again will I interfere in an underhand way in other people's affairs on any account whatever. [Putting her arms round his neck.] Yes, you shall find me a lady—a lady—
Pollitt.
[Tenderly.] Ah—! [The door-gong sounds. She raises her head and dries her eyes hurriedly.] Is that Miss Eden?
[He crosses to the window as she goes to the entrance. Miss Limbird appears.
Miss Limbird.
[To Sophy.] Here's Miss Eden.