SOPHY.
[_Coming to the table and putting on her rings_.] Yes, I know.
QUEX.
[_After a short pause._] How long have you been here?
SOPHY.
I? Oh, I'd just come as you spoke to me.
QUEX.
[_Half-satisfied._] Oh--?
[_He goes up the steps, gives her a parting look, and, disappears. It is
now twilight._ MRS. EDEN, FRAYNE, _and_ MURIEL--_all dressed for
dinner--appear on the other side of the low hedge._
MRS. EDEN.
[_To_ FRAYNE, _walking with him above the hedge._] Delightful, isn't it?
It was planted by the late Lord Owbridge's father a hundred years ago.
FRAYNE.
[_Seeing_ SOPHY.] Why, isn't that the young manicure lady?
MRS. EDEN.
Yes. All these pieces of sculpture are genuine old Italian. This quaint
little fountain came from the Villa Marchotti--
FRAYNE.
[_Edging towards_ SOPHY.] Alluring.
MRS. EDEN.
This is the fountain.
FRAYNE.
[_Returning to her_.] Quaint old fountain.
SOPHY.
[_To_ MURIEL, _across the hedge in a whisper._] Darling!
MRS.
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