Sophy.

Can't you stay now?

Mrs. Eden.

[With an impatient movement of the head towards Lady Owbridge.] Oh, lord, no. [Suddenly.] I say, I wish you'd run down to Richmond, to Fauncey Court, and do me. Could you?

Sophy.

[Innocently.] Oh, yes.

Mrs. Eden.

To-night, before dinner?

Sophy.

I think I can.