Without me?
Bastling.
Surely you can trust us. To-morrow at twelve. You'll manage it?
Sophy.
How can I—alone?
Bastling.
You're our only friend. Think!
Sophy.
[Glancing suddenly towards the left.] Valma's rooms!
[Frayne has wandered to the back of the circular table, and, through his eyeglass, is again observing Sophy. Quex now joins him.