Sophy.

[Blankly.] G—good morning, my lord. [Quex and Muriel go out, followed by Miss Limbird. Sophy stands aghast, her bosom heaving.] Oh! oh! oh! [The door-gong sounds. Pollitt appears at the window. Sophy is wringing her hands.] Oh—!

Pollitt.

[Entering.] My love! what's the matter?

Sophy.

She—she's left me, without a word!

Pollitt.

She?

Sophy.

Muriel—without so much as wishing me good-morning. [With a sob.] Oh! when I've done what I can for everybody!