[Again pointing to the window.] In this fellow's rooms—Mr. Valma's—
Sophy.
[Rising.] No, no. They've never met there, till this morning. But he—young Bastling—he's going away, abroad, in a fortnight or so, and he wished to say good-bye to her quietly.
Quex.
[Turning towards the window fiercely.] Ah—!
Sophy.
[Laying her hand upon his arm.] Be careful, my lord!
Quex.
[Looking at her.] Careful?
Sophy.