[Turning sharply.] Hey? [Blankly.] Oh—my lord—!
Quex.
I am compelled to intrude upon you again. I have just met Lady Owbridge, with her Grace and Mrs. Eden in Sackville Street. My aunt sends me with a message to Miss Eden.
Sophy.
[Confused.] M—m—Miss Eden?
Quex.
Mrs. Eden has proposed a lunch at Prince's, provided that Miss Eden feels equal to— [Looking about him again.] Where is Miss Eden?
Sophy.
Where?
Quex.