[Shaking hands with Frayne.] Till dinner—
[She goes out.
Quex.
[To Sophy.] Good-bye, Miss Fullgarney.
Sophy.
[Tripping across the room.] Good-day, my lord.
Quex.
[Joining Frayne.] Are you coming, Chick?
Frayne.
[Taking the parcel from Miss Moon, and turning to Quex, rather bitterly.] I say, that gal has made me buy something I don't want. They stick you here frightfully—