I've that honour, my lady.
LADY OWBRIDGE.
You look a little thin. Come down to Fauncey Court to-day as soon as
your duties will release you. Spend as many hours there as you can.
SOPHY.
Oh, my lady!
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.
MURIEL.
[_Kissing_ SOPHY.] We shall meet by-and-by.
LADY OWBRIDGE.
Muriel--young people--
[MURIEL _joins_ LADY OWBRIDGE; _they go out together._
MRS. EDEN.
[_Nodding to_ SOPHY.] This evening, Sophy.
SOPHY.
[_In a flutter of simple pleasure._] Yes, Mrs. Eden.
MRS. EDEN.
[_Shaking hands with_ FRAYNE.
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