Lady Owbridge.
Run about the grounds—go wherever you please; and get the air into your lungs. [With gracious formality.] Remember, I invite you.
Muriel.
[Innocently.] How good of you, Lady Owbridge!
Sophy.
Thank you, my lady.
[Frayne returns—accompanied by Miss Moon, who carries a neat package—and settles an account with Miss Limbird at the desk.
Lady Owbridge.
[To Sophy.] You shall be well looked after.
[She shakes hands with Frayne.