[Pollitt goes out by the window.
Sophy.
[Joining Bastling—formally.] Good day, Captain Bastling.
Good afternoon, Miss Fullgarney.
Sophy.
[Dropping her voice.] She'll be here in a minute.
Bastling.
[In low tones—making a show of examining the articles on the circular table.] Yes, I had a note from her this morning. [Glancing at Quex.] Confounded nuisance—!
Sophy.