As you see.
Sophy.
Any difficulty?
Muriel.
[In a hard voice.] No. The Duchess and Mrs. Jack were coming to town shopping, and Lady Owbridge proposed that she and I should tack ourselves on to them.
Sophy.
How have you got rid of 'em?
Muriel.
Spoken the truth, for once—my head really does throb terribly. They think I've run in here to sit quietly with you while they—[Suddenly.] Oh, be quick, Sophy!
Sophy.