Sophy.

So we have, I hope.

Quex.

And that you were desirous of rendering me a service?

Sophy.

Well, aren't I, my lord?

Quex.

Are you? You know that Miss Eden came to you directly she left Gressier's. You know she did.

Sophy.

[After a pause—drawing a deep breath.] Yes, I—I own it.