[Significantly.] I know how she feels to-day. If you want to send her to Hong-Kong with Captain Bastling—
[Quex hesitates for a moment, then crosses to Frayne, to whom he speaks apart.
Chick! how shall I act?
Frayne.
[Dismally.] Dear old chap, to be quite honest with you, I was not wholly captivated by Miss Eden when you presented me yesterday.
Quex.
Tshah! What shall I do? wait?
Frayne.
In any event, of course, the man's head has to be punched. But it might be wise to delay doing it until—