[Lady Owbridge moves away, joining the Duchess, as Mrs. Eden returns to Muriel.

Mrs. Eden.

[Kissing Muriel.] You sensible girl!

[Frayne comes to Quex.

Frayne.

[To Quex, mournfully.] Old chap, this is shockingly sudden.

Quex.

Ha, ha!

Frayne.

However, we must contrive, you and I, to pass one more evening together before the event.