The Gay Lord Quex: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Bastling.

[Perceiving them—to Sophy.] Look out!

Sophy.

[Taking a bottle from his hand—raising her voice.] You'll receive the perfume in the course of the afternoon. [Replacing the bottle upon the table.] Shall I do your nails?

Bastling.

Thanks.

[They move away. He takes his place in the screen-chair; she sits facing him. During the process of manicuring they talk together earnestly.

Frayne.

[Eyeing Sophy.] Slim, but shapely. Slim, but shapely.

Miss Moon enters, with a bowl of water. Having adjusted the bowl upon the arm of the screen-chair, she retires.