[Turning in her chair to face Muriel.] It's one thing I always meant to keep to myself.
Muriel.
[Bitterly.] Still, I have promised to forgive him for so much already! And, after all, this occurred a long while ago.
Sophy.
[Thoughtfully.] Ye—e—es. I suppose if you did find him up to anything of that sort now, you'd—what would you do?
Muriel.
Do! [With all her heart.] Marry Napier Bastling.
Sophy.
[Rising—a mischievous light in her eyes.] Ah—! I almost wish it would happen!
Muriel.