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In love with him?
SOPHY.
Oh, yes, my lord, indeed.
QUEX.
And yet you still flirt?
SOPHY.
Y--es.
QUEX.
Take my advice--be satisfied with the kisses your sweetheart gives you.
Don't try to get them from other men, old or young.
SOPHY.
No--no--
QUEX.
[_Sternly, but kindly._] You little fool!
POLLITT _enters, wearing a tall hat and lemon-coloured gloves._
POLLITT.
[_Jealously._] Sophy!
[QUEX _walks away._
SOPHY.
[_Falteringly._] The fly-man brought back the bag, Valma dear.
POLLITT.
I am aware of that. [_Lowering his voice._] What are you doing here with
Lord Quex?
SOPHY.
I--I've been manicuring him.
_The_ YOUNGER SERVANT _comes down the steps._
SERVANT.
[_To_ SOPHY.] Mrs. Eden is quite ready for you, miss.
[_She hurriedly replaces her manicure instruments, &c., in the bag,
hands the bowl to the_ SERVANT, _and, without looking at_ POLLITT _or_
QUEX, _goes swiftly up the steps and disappears. The_ SERVANT _follows
her, carrying the bowl._
POLLITT.
[_To_ QUEX.] Excuse me, my lord--
QUEX.
[_Coming forward, and picking up his newspaper._] Eh?
POLLITT.
That young lady and I are engaged to be married.
QUEX.
Mr.--Valma?
POLLITT.
Yes, my lord. [_Hotly._] And I very much object to her manicuring
gentlemen.
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