[Impatiently.] Oh! pooh!
Muriel.
[Leaving Sophy.] Yes, after to-morrow he sha'n't find me looking a guilty fool whenever he speaks to me—by Jove, he sha'n't! I believe he guessed I haven't seen Moses in the Bulrushes!
Sophy.
But, dear, how do you know what Captain Bastling means to say to you to-morrow?
Muriel.
[Pausing in her walk.] To say?—good-bye.
Sophy.
Suppose he asks you to put him out of his misery—marry him directly, on the quiet?