We shall be a happy party at luncheon. Shall we go, Duchess? Muriel—Henry—[QUEX joins MURIEL. SOPHY is eyeing MURIEL wistfully. MISS LIMBIRD holds the portiere aside, to allow the visitors to pass out.] Good morning, Miss Fullgarney.
Good morning, my lady.
Good-bye, your Grace.
[The DUCHESS and LADY OWBRIDGE go out.
[Following them with MRS. EDEN.] Good-day, Miss Fullgarney.
Morning, Mrs. Eden.
[FRAYNE and MRS. EDEN go out.
[Following them with MURIEL.] Good morning, Miss Fullgarney.
[Blankly.] G—good morning, my lord. [QUEX and MURIEL go out, followed by MISS LIMBIRD. SOPHY stands aghast, her bosom heaving.] Oh! oh! oh! [The door-gong sounds. POLLITT appears at the window. SOPHY is wringing her hands.] Oh—!
[Entering.] My love! what’s the matter?
She—she’s left me, without a word!
Muriel—without so much as wishing me good-morning. [With a sob.] Oh! when I’ve done what I can for everybody!
[The portiere is pulled aside and MURIEL returns, unaccompanied, and comes to SOPHY’S side swiftly.
[To SOPHY.] Forgive me. You did it for the best. [Kissing her.] I’m sorry—
[Throwing her arms round MURIEL’S neck.] Oh! my darling—! [MURIEL runs out. SOPHY goes to POLLITT and drops her head upon his breast, restfully.] Ah! that’s all right.
[The door-gong sounds finally.
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