Lady Owbridge.
[To Quex, after ascertaining that Frayne is not near her.] Oh, Henry, I have asked Sir Chichester to drive down to us to-night, to dine.
Quex.
[Watching Frayne with apprehension.] Ah, yes, delightful. [Trying to gain Frayne's attention—warningly.] Phsst! phsst!
Lady Owbridge.
[Plucking at Quex's coat.] I feel that Sir Chichester is a very wholesome friend for you, Henry.
Quex.
Very. Phsst!
Lady Owbridge.
What is the name of the West African place?—Uumbos—Uumbos seems to have improved him vastly.