Sophy.
[Looking at her.] I'm so sorry.
Muriel.
[Looking at Sophy.] You look rather washed out too. Haven't you slept, either?
Sophy.
[Turning her head away.] Not over well. [Falteringly.] Then, after all, it would have been better if I had spied on her?
Muriel.
Anything—even that—would have been preferable to this uncertainty.
Sophy.
[To herself, her jaw falling.] Oh—!