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Page 97
She is here--with you.
SOPHY.
N--no.
QUEX.
No?
SOPHY.
[_With a gulp._] _I_ haven't seen anything of her.
QUEX.
[_In an altered tone._] Really?
SOPHY.
No.
QUEX.
[_Calmly._] Strange.
[_He walks away and joins_ FRAYNE. SOPHY _stealthily closes and fastens
the window._
QUEX.
[_In a low voice, to_ FRAYNE.] Chick--
FRAYNE.
Eh?
QUEX.
Miss Eden _is_ here. Why is the Fullgarney telling me this falsehood?
FRAYNE.
You will remember I was positive she would sell you before she'd done
with you.
QUEX.
[_Gripping_ FRAYNE'S _arm._] Don't! [_Advancing to_ SOPHY--_politely._]
I understood from my aunt, Miss Fullgarney, that her ladyship left Miss
Eden at Gressier's, the jeweller's, less than half an hour ago.
SOPHY.
[_Fussing with the objects upon the cabinet and the manicure-table._]
Oh?
QUEX.
Miss Eden had some little commission to discharge at Gressier's, and
intended coming across to you immediately afterwards.
SOPHY.
[_Quickly._] Ah, then she hasn't finished her business at Gressier's
yet.
QUEX.
Yes, because I looked in at the shop on my way here.
SOPHY.
Funny. I can't imagine where she's taken herself to.
QUEX.
[_Earnestly._] Miss Fullgarney--
SOPHY.
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