Lady Owbridge.

We shall be a happy party at luncheon. Shall we go, Duchess? Muriel—Henry— [Quex joins Muriel. Sophy is eyeing Muriel wistfully. Miss Limbird holds the portière aside, to allow the visitors to pass out.] Good morning, Miss Fullgarney.

Sophy.

Good morning, my lady.

Duchess.

Miss Fullgarney—

Sophy.

Good-bye, your Grace.

[The Duchess and Lady Owbridge go out.

Frayne.