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QUEX.
[_Joining_ FRAYNE.] Are you coming, Chick?
FRAYNE.
[_Taking the parcel from_ MISS MOON, _and turning to_ QUEX, _rather bitterly._] I say, that gal has made me buy something I don't want. They stick you here frightfully--
QUEX.
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
[_They go out together._
SOPHY.
[_Adjusting her hair at the mirror._] Come, girls! look alive! no more work for me to-day! I'm off home to change my frock. I've got an invite down to Richmond. My hat and coat!
[_The door-gong sounds._ MISS MOON _disappears at the door in the part.i.tion._ MISS HUDDLE _enters._
SOPHY.
Miss Hud-delle, please run next door, and ask Mr. Valma to step this way for a moment.
MISS HUDDLE.
He's on the leads, Miss Fullgarney, smoking a cigarette.
SOPHY.
[_Running across to the window._] Get my bag of tools ready! sharp!
[MISS HUDDLE _and_ MISS LIMBIRD _go out;_ SOPHY _opens the window and calls._] Valma! Valma! Valma!
[MISS MOON _returns with_ SOPHY'S _hat, coat, gloves and umbrella._
MISS MOON.
Your things, Miss Fullgarney.
SOPHY.
[_Taking them from her._] Send for a hansom--a smart one.
[MISS MOON _runs out as_ VALMA _enters at the window._
SOPHY.
[_Breathlessly._] Valma--Valma, love! I've got an invite down to Richmond--Lady Owbridge--she's asked me specially! I'm going home to my place to smarten-up. Isn't it jolly? [_In an outburst._] Oh, love, you might give-up for to-day, and take me down!
VALMA.
May I?
SOPHY.
May you! Your hat--get your hat! you'll find me outside in a cab.
[_He hurries away._
MISS LIMBIRD, _carrying a leather bag, enters, followed by_ MISS CLARIDGE _and_ MISS HUDDLE.
SOPHY.
[_As she, with the aid of her girls, pins on her hat and scrambles into her coat._] You know, girls, many a silly person's head would be turned at being asked to a place like Fauncey Court--as a guest, bear in mind.
But there, the houses I've been in!--it's nothing to me. Still, specially invited by the Countess of Owbridge herself--! [_Putting her feet in turn upon a chair and hitching up her stockings._] I shall just make rather a favour of manicuring Mrs. Jack. One doesn't go visiting to cut Mrs. Jack's claws. Gloves! Thank goodness, the evenings are long!
they say it's simply heavenly at Fauncey Court--simply heaven--[_She breaks off abruptly, staring straight before her. Under her breath._]
Oh--! Fauncey Court--Lord Quex--!
MISS CLARIDGE.
What's the matter, Miss Fullgarney.
SOPHY.
N--n--nothing.
MISS MOON.
[_Entering._] Cab, Miss Fullgarney!
SOPHY.
[_In an altered voice._] Bag. [_She takes her bag from_ MISS LIMBIRD _and walks away, rather slowly, with her head down. Quietly, without turning._] See you in the morning, girls.
THE FOUR GIRLS.
Good afternoon, Miss Fullgarney.
[SOPHY _goes out._
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
THE SECOND ACT
_The scene represents a portion of an English garden laid out in Italian fas.h.i.+on. At the extreme back--upon ground slightly raised--two dense cypress-hedges, about sixteen feet high, form an alley running from right to left. In the centre of the hedge which is nearer the spectator there is an opening, and at this opening are three or four steps connecting the higher with the lower level. Beyond the alley nothing is seen but the sky and some tree-tops. In advance is an enclosure formed by a dwarf cypress-hedge, about four feet in height, also broken in the centre by an opening, and running off right and left at a sharp angle.
