Quex.
May I present my old friend, Sir Chichester Frayne?
Muriel.
[To Frayne.] How do you do?
Quex.
[To Frayne.] Will you come, Chick? [To Muriel.] We shall be back very soon.
[Muriel nods to Quex and Frayne and turns away to the window, removing her gloves. Sophy joins her.
Frayne.
[To Quex.] As I suspected—the typical, creamy English girl. We all do it! we all come to that, sooner or later.
Quex.