Muriel.
[Opening her eyes, startled.] Quex!
Quex.
[Brightly.] I came up to town this morning with Sir Chichester. We've just met aunt Julia, and the rest of 'em, in Sackville Street. Mrs. Jack clamours for lunch at Prince's. What do you say?
Muriel.
[Passing her hand across her eyes.] Thanks. It'll be jolly.
Quex.
[Gaily.] Ah!
Muriel.
[Laying her hand upon his sleeve.] Quex—