Sophy.
[Wiping his kiss from her lips.] The wretch! the wretch!
[The door-gong sounds.
Muriel.
[Covering her eyes with her hand and uttering a low moan.] Oh—!
Sophy.
[Hanging her head.] You see, darling, yesterday at Fauncey Court, I—I tried it on with Lord Quex, and he behaved like a gentleman. So the notion struck me that I'd treat the young man in the same way, just to see what he was made of, and—well, I'm glad you came in. You might never have believed me.
Muriel.
[In a hard voice.] The shirt-stud—the stuff I wrote—I left them with you—