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Page 36
There are several.
SOPHY.
Are there?... are there?
QUEX.
[_Turning his paper._] Oh, yes, a great many.
SOPHY.
You see, I'm a stranger--
QUEX.
[_Kindly._] Well, you run along; you'll find 'em. [_She walks away
slowly, baffled. He glances at her over his paper, slightly puzzled._]
Have you seen the grotto?
SOPHY.
[_Turning sharply._] No.
QUEX.
[_Pointing towards the right._] It's in that direction.
SOPHY.
Grotto? Dark, I suppose, and lonelyish?
QUEX.
You said you desired shade and quiet.
SOPHY.
Yes, but not darkness. Fancy me in a grotto all by myself ... by
myself...!
QUEX.
[_Behind his paper again._] I'm afraid I have no further suggestion to
offer.
[_There is another pause; then her face lights up, and she comes down to
him swiftly._
SOPHY.
[_Close to him._] Show me your nails, my lord.
QUEX.
[_Lowering his paper._] My nails?
SOPHY.
[_Taking his hand and examining it._] Excuse me. Oh, my lord, for shame!
QUEX.
You take exception to them?
SOPHY.
This is hacking, not cutting. You ought never to be allowed within a
mile of a pair of scissors.
QUEX.
[_Looking at his other hand._] Oh, come! they're hardly as bad as all
that.
SOPHY
[_Examining that hand also._] Ha, ha, ha!
QUEX.
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