Frayne.
You will remember I was positive she would sell you before she'd done with you.
Quex.
[Gripping Frayne's arm.] Don't! [Advancing to Sophy—politely.] I understood from my aunt, Miss Fullgarney, that her ladyship left Miss Eden at Gressier's, the jeweller's, less than half an hour ago.
[Fussing with the objects upon the cabinet and the manicure-table.] Oh?
Quex.
Miss Eden had some little commission to discharge at Gressier's, and intended coming across to you immediately afterwards.
Sophy.
[Quickly.] Ah, then she hasn't finished her business at Gressier's yet.