Quex.
Your young ladies assured me just now that Miss Eden was in this room with you. [Frayne, possessed of an idea, has gone to the door in the partition. He now raps at the door gently.] No, no, Chick—please! we are not policemen.
Frayne.
[Opening the door a few inches.] Miss Eden, I regret to learn you are suffering from headache.
Sophy.
[Indignantly.] Well, of all the liberties—!
Quex.
[Angrily.] Frayne!
Frayne.
May I tell you of an unfailing remedy—? [He peeps into the private room, then withdraws his head, and says to Quex.] No.