Quex.

[In a low voice.] Chichester!

Lady Owbridge.

And it is our wish that you should associate for the future only with grey-haired men.

[Miss Moon now withdraws, with Frayne at her heels.

Muriel.

[Rising and coming to Lady Owbridge.] I'm ready, dear Lady Owbridge. Look! you can see your face in them.

[Lady Owbridge rises; Muriel displays her nails. Lady Owbridge shakes her head gravely, while Quex bends over Muriel's hands gallantly.

Mrs. Eden.

[To Sophy.] My hands need trimming up desperately badly. That maid of mine is a fool at fingers.