[In a low voice.] Very nice, darling. [She lays the paper tenderly upon the box and goes to Muriel. Eyeing her keenly.] You really are determined, then, to wish him good-bye?
Muriel.
[Turning to her and weeping upon her shoulder.] Oh, Sophy! Sophy!
Sophy.
There, there! it'll soon be over.
Muriel.
[Raising her head.] Over! yes, yes! over!
Sophy.
And—p'r'aps it's all for the best, you know.
Muriel.