What's the matter?
Quex.
[Recognising Bastling and greeting him.] Hallo, Napier! how are you?
Bastling.
[Shaking hands with Quex.] Hallo, Quex!
Quex.
What are you doing here?
Sophy.
[To Pollitt.] Phew! I hope to goodness Lord Quex won't tumble to anything.
Pollitt.