Hate yourself?
Muriel.
For this sort of thing. [Glancing round apprehensively.] Oh!
Don't be frightened. Sophy's there.
Muriel.
I'm nervous—shaky. When I wrote to you last night I thought I should be able to sneak up to town this morning only with a maid. And you've met Quex too!
Bastling.
None of them suspect—?
Muriel.