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Page 87
What, a little whisky on the top of champagne?
FRAYNE.
[_Gazing pathetically at_ QUEX _with watery eyes._] A good deal of
champagne underneath a lot of whisky.
[_The door-gong sounds._
QUEX.
Who's this? [_He walks to the entrance, and looks into the further
room._] The Fullgarney.
[_He returns to his former position, as_ SOPHY _enters quickly followed
by_ MISS CLARIDGE, MISS MOON, _and_ MISS HUDDLE. SOPHY--_dressed as at
the end of the First Act--is pale, red-eyed, and generally unstrung. She
comes to_ QUEX, _disconcerted by his presence._
SOPHY.
[_Confronting him._] Oh, good morning.
QUEX.
May I beg a few moments--?
SOPHY.
Er--certainly. I'll just take off my things--
[_He joins_ FRAYNE. _She goes across the room where she is surrounded by
her girls._
MISS CLARIDGE.
Oh, Miss Fullgarney, how ill you look!
MISS MOON.
You do seem queer!
MISS HUDDLE.
Just as if you were sickening for something.
MISS LIMBIRD.
[_Coming between_ MISS CLARIDGE _and_ SOPHY.] Quite ghostly!
SOPHY.
I'm all right, girls; I've had a bad night, that's all. [_Giving her
umbrella to_ MISS CLARIDGE _and her bag to_ MISS MOON, _who passes it
to_ MISS HUDDLE.] Here! hi! take that beastly bag. [_To_ MISS LIMBIRD,
_who is removing her hat._] Oh, don't waggle my head, whatever you do!
[_To_ MISS MOON, _who is pulling at her jacket._] Tear the thing off.
[_Stripping off her gloves, and speaking in a whisper._] Girls, I don't
want to be disturbed for five minutes.
MISS LIMBIRD.
Very well, Miss Fullgarney.
SOPHY.
[_Glancing at_ QUEX _and_ FRAYNE, _who are now looking out of the
window, with their backs towards her._] If Miss Eden should happen to
turn up before I'm free, just mention who I'm engaged with, will you?
MISS MOON.
Yes, Miss Fullgarney.
SOPHY.
That'll do. [_With sudden fierceness._] What are you all staring at?
Haven't any of _you_ ever slept in a strange bed?
[_The girls retreat hastily, each carrying an article belonging to_
SOPHY.
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