Muriel.

[A little unsteadily.] Then I shall tell him finally—my word is given to Lord Quex.

Sophy.

[Coming to her again.] Given!—wrung out of you. And just for that you'll lose the chance of being happy—all your life—with the man you—

[She turns away, and sits, on the right of the circular table, blowing her nose.

Muriel.

[At Sophy's side, desperately.] But I tell you, Sophy, I love Lord Quex.

Sophy.

You may tell me.

Muriel.