MURIEL.

[_Looking down upon_ SOPHY, _wonderingly._] His eyes? why, they are
considered his best feature.

SOPHY.

_I_ never saw wickeder eyes. All my girls say the same.

MURIEL.

[_With rising indignation._] I am sure you have never detected Lord Quex
looking at anybody in a way he should not.

SOPHY.

Oh, I admit he has always behaved in a gentlemanly manner towards me and
my girls.

MURIEL.

[_Haughtily._ Towards you and your--! Sophy, pray remember Lord Quex's
rank.

SOPHY.

[_In hot scorn._] His rank! ha! do you think his lordship has ever let
_that_ interfere--?