SOPHY.

[_Turning in her chair to face_ MURIEL.] It's one thing I always meant
to keep to myself.

MURIEL.

[_Bitterly._] Still, I have promised to forgive him for so much already!
And, after all, this occurred a long while ago.

SOPHY.

[_Thoughtfully._] Ye--e--es. I suppose if you _did_ find him up to
anything of that sort now, you'd--what would you do?

MURIEL.

Do! [_With all her heart._] Marry Napier Bastling.

SOPHY.

[_Rising--a mischievous light in her eyes._] Ah--! I almost wish it
_would_ happen!

MURIEL.

Sophy!

SOPHY.