[_He is close beside her;
a cork is drawn loudly. They part, startled and disturbed. She goes to
the opening in the partition, raising her voice slightly._] Girls,
can't you draw your corks a shade quieter? Nice if somebody was coming
upstairs!
MISS LIMBIRD.
[_In the distance._] Very sorry, Miss Fullgarney.
SOPHY.
[_To_ POLLITT, _as she toys with the articles upon the circular table._]
Everything is so up this weather. It's their lime-juice champagne.
POLLITT.
[_By her side again--suddenly._] I love you!
SOPHY.
Oh, Mr. Valma!
POLLITT.
I love you! Ever since I had the honour of being presented to you by Mr.
Salmon, the picture-dealer next door, I have thought of you, dreamt of
you, constantly. [_She brushes past him; he follows her._] Miss
Fullgarney, you will accord me permission to pay you my addresses?
SOPHY.
[_In a flutter._] I--I am highly flattered and complimented, Mr. Valma,
by your proposal--
POLLITT.
[_Taking her hand._] Flattered--no!
SOPHY.
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