Miss Muriel Eden, my foster-sister; the dearest friend I have in the world—except you, sweetheart. It was Muriel and her brother Jack who put me into this business. And now my darling is to be sacrificed to that gay old thing—!
[The door-gong sounds; Quex turns expectantly.
Pollitt.
If Miss Eden is your foster-sister—
Sophy.
Yes, of course, she's six-and-twenty. But the poor girl has been worried into it by her sister-in-law, Mrs. Jack, whose one idea is Title and Position. Title and Position with that old rake by her side!
Miss Limbird enters, preceding Captain Bastling—a smart, soldierly-looking man of about eight-and-twenty. Miss Limbird returns to her seat at the desk.
Sophy.
[Seeing Bastling.] My gracious!