[As he goes.] Wouldn't he! ha, ha, ha! [To Frayne, fiercely.] What the devil am I to do, Chick?
Frayne.
Punch his head.
Sophy.
[Panting.] Oh! oh! [Bastling, indistinctly seen through the muslin blinds, appears at the window. He raps gently upon the window frame. Sophy glances at the window.] Eh—? [Under her breath.] Oh! [She goes swiftly to Quex and Frayne, seizes them by the arms, and pushes them towards the door in the partition, saying agitatedly.] Wait there! don't come out, or make a noise—
Quex.
What are you up to now?
Sophy.
Stay here till I find out what's happened. Oh, I'll do what I can for you!
[They enter the private room and she closes the door. Then she returns to the window, unfastens it, and retreats. Bastling pushes open the window and comes in.