Yes, yes.
Sophy.
Oh, why, I haven't anything to tell, darling.
Muriel.
Haven't anything to—?
Sophy.
You see, I couldn't help remembering what you'd called me—mean, and despicable, and all the rest of it; and the feeling came over me that you were right, that I had been sneaky. And so, after I'd attended to her Grace, I—I went straight to bed.
Muriel.
[Sitting.] Oh, yes. Then you didn't attempt to—to watch?
Sophy.