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Page 93
MURIEL.
[_In the same way._] Well, Sophy?
SOPHY.
You're here then?
MURIEL.
As you see.
SOPHY.
Any difficulty?
MURIEL.
[_In a hard voice._] No. The Duchess and Mrs. Jack were coming to town
shopping, and Lady Owbridge proposed that she and I should tack
ourselves on to them.
SOPHY.
How have you got rid of 'em?
MURIEL.
Spoken the truth, for once--my head really does throb terribly. They
think I've run in here to sit quietly with you while they--[_Suddenly._]
Oh, be quick, Sophy!
SOPHY.
Quick, dear?
MURIEL.
Why don't you tell me?
SOPHY.
Tell you--?
MURIEL.
About last night--this woman--
SOPHY.
Her Grace?
MURIEL.
Yes, yes.
SOPHY.
Oh, why, I haven't anything to tell, darling.
MURIEL.
Haven't anything to--?
SOPHY.
You see, I couldn't help remembering what you'd called me--mean, and
despicable, and all the rest of it; and the feeling came over me that
you were right, that I had been sneaky. And so, after I'd attended to
her Grace, I--I went straight to bed.
MURIEL.
[_Sitting._] Oh, yes. Then you didn't attempt to--to watch?
SOPHY.
No.
MURIEL.
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