[Looking from, Muriel to Frayne proudly.] Well—
Frayne.
[In answer, kissing his finger-tips to the air.] Alluring!
Quex.
Ha! [Hastily.] We're keeping the ladies waiting.
[He goes out. Frayne is following Quex, when he encounters Miss Claridge. He pauses, gazing at her admiringly. The door-gong sounds.
Miss Claridge.
[Surprised.] Do you wish anything, sir?
Frayne.
[With a little sigh of longing.] Ah—h!