The Gay Lord Quex: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

[Sophy rises, makes a bob, and sits again.

Lady Owbridge.

[Seated.] I hope you're quite well, my dear.

Sophy.

[Busy over Muriel's nails.] Thanks, my lady; I hope you're the same.

Mrs. Eden.

[Sitting.] What is your opinion of the picture, Lady Owbridge?

Lady Owbridge.

[Not hearing.] Eh?

Quex.