Sophy!
Sophy.
[Leaning against the edge of the circular table, gripping Muriel's hand.] Just for your sake, darling. [In a low voice.] I almost wish I could come across him in some quiet little shady spot—
Muriel.
[Looking up at Sophy, horrified.] What!
Sophy.
In one of those greeny nooks you've told me of, at Fauncey Court. [Between her teeth.] If he ever tried to kiss me, and I told you of it, you'd take my word for it, wouldn't you?
Muriel.
[Starting to her feet.] For shame! how dare you let such an idea enter your head? you, a respectable girl, just engaged yourself—!