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MURIEL.
[_Producing, from her pocket, a jeweller's case and showing it to_ SOPHY.] Do you like this? I've just bought it, over the way, at Gressier's.
SOPHY.
For Captain Bastling?
MURIEL.
[_With a nod, opening the box._] A solitaire s.h.i.+rt-stud.
[_She retains a neatly-folded piece of paper which is enclosed in the box and hands the box to_ SOPHY.
SOPHY.
Beautiful. [_Glancing at the piece of paper in_ MURIEL'S _hand._] What's that?
MURIEL.
[_Unfolding the paper carefully._] This goes with it.
[_She holds the paper before_ SOPHY.
SOPHY.
[_Reading._] "To Napier--"
MURIEL.
[_Withdrawing the paper._] Ah, no.
SOPHY.
Mayn't I?
MURIEL.
[_Yielding the paper impulsively._] Yes, _you_ may.
[MURIEL _turns away and stands leaning upon the back of the screen-chair on the left, with her face in her hands._ SOPHY _places the jeweller's case upon the circular table._
SOPHY.
[_Reading with difficulty._] "To Napier from Muriel. I only--" what? You _have_ blotted it.
MURIEL.
[_With a sob._] Have I?
SOPHY.
You've been crying over it.
MURIEL.
Yes.
SOPHY.
"I only--" I can't read it.
MURIEL.
[_Through her tears._]
"I only know--we loved in vain: I only feel--Farewell!--Farewell!"
SOPHY.
[_In a low voice._] Very nice, darling. [_She lays the paper tenderly upon the box and goes to_ MURIEL. _Eyeing her keenly._] You really _are_ determined, then, to wish him good-bye?
MURIEL.
[_Turning to her and weeping upon her shoulder._] Oh, Sophy! Sophy!
SOPHY.
There, there! it'll soon be over.
MURIEL.
[_Raising her head._] Over! yes, yes! over!
SOPHY.
And--p'r'aps it's all for the best, you know.
MURIEL.
For the best!
SOPHY.
What I mean is, that very likely we've both of us been a little cruel to poor Lord Quex--hard on him--
MURIEL.
[_Indignantly._] _You_ say this to me! [_Distractedly._] _You_ say this, after having poisoned my mind and given me an awful night of sleeplessness and doubt. Yesterday I was as firm as a rock; to-day I'm as weak as water again. [_Facing_ SOPHY _with flas.h.i.+ng eyes._] Ah, I tell you honestly you'd better not let me meet Captain Bastling this morning! you'd better not let me see him!
