Frayne.
The young lady soon waived her—
Quex.
[Getting off the table.] I beg your pardon—the young lady did nothing of the kind. But with aunt Julia's aid I showed 'em all that it was a genuine case of done with the old life—a real, genuine instance. [Balancing upon the back of the chair.] I've sold my house in Norfolk Street.
You'll want one.
Quex.
[Gravely.] Not that one—for Muriel. [Brightly.] And I'm living sedately at Richmond, under aunt Julia's wing. Muriel is staying at Fauncey Court too, just now; she's up from Norfolk for the Season, chaperoned by Mrs. Jack. [Sitting, nursing his knee, with a sigh of content.] Ah! after all, it's very pleasant to be a good boy.
Frayne.
When is it to take place?