Bastling.
[Advancing to her excitedly.] Ah, Sophy! [Looking round.] Any one about?
Sophy.
[Pointing to the left.] All my girls are in there. Where is she?
Bastling.
Next door. She's sitting down, calming herself—having her cry out.
Sophy.
Crying!
Bastling.
She's all right—awfully happy. I told her I'd come and tell you.