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Page 84
[_On the right_ MISS CLARIDGE _is manicuring a young gentleman. On the
left_ MISS MOON _is putting her manicure-table in order, as if she has
recently disposed of a customer._ MISS LIMBIRD _is again at her desk,
busy over accounts. The door-gong sounds and, after a short interval,_
QUEX _and_ FRAYNE _enter, preceded by_ MISS HUDDLE. FRAYNE _appears
particularly depressed and unwell._
QUEX.
[_Nodding to_ MISS LIMBIRD.] Good morning.
MISS LIMBIRD.
Morning.
QUEX.
[_To_ MISS HUDDLE.] Miss Fullgarney has not yet arrived, you say?
MISS HUDDLE.
Not yet.
QUEX.
[_Looking at his watch._] Twenty minutes to twelve.
MISS MOON.
Yes, we've never known Miss Fullgarney to be so late at her business. I
do hope she hasn't been run over and injured.
MISS HUDDLE.
Or murdered by tramps.
QUEX.
My dear young lady!
MISS MOON.
Well, one does read _such_ things in the ha'penny papers.
MISS HUDDLE.
And she went down to Richmond yesterday afternoon, you know--to Fauncey
Court.
QUEX.
Of course I know--and slept there.
MISS MOON.
Oh, did she?
QUEX.
And has come up to town this morning.
MISS HUDDLE.
Then she'll have gone home, I expect, to change.
MISS MOON.
That's what she's done. [_Slightly disappointed._] Well, I _should_ have
been sorry if anything had happened to her.
QUEX.
Naturally.
MISS HUDDLE.
So should I, though I'm quite new here.
MISS MOON.
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