[_Kindly._] Be off. Go to bed. Serve me how you please. Miss Fullgarney, upon my soul, I--I humbly beg your pardon. SOPHY. [_Passing him._] Oh! oh! oh! [_Turning to him._] Oh, God bless you! You--you--you're a gentleman! I'll do what I can for you! [_She staggers to the passage-door and disappears, closing the door behind her. Then he extinguishes the remaining light, and cautiously lets himself out at the other door._ END OF THE THIRD ACT. THE FOURTH ACT _The scene is the same, in every respect, as that of the First Act._ [_On the right_ MISS CLARIDGE _is manicuring a young gentleman. On the left_ MISS MOON _is putting her manicure-table in order, as if she has recently disposed of a customer._ MISS LIMBIRD _is again at her desk, busy over accounts. The door-gong sounds and, after a short interval,_ QUEX _and_ FRAYNE _enter, preceded by_ MISS HUDDLE. FRAYNE _appears particularly depressed and unwell._ QUEX. [_Nodding to_ MISS LIMBIRD.] Good morning. MISS LIMBIRD. Morning. QUEX. [_To_ MISS HUDDLE.] Miss Fullgarney has not yet arrived, you say? MISS HUDDLE. Not yet. QUEX. [_Looking at his watch._] Twenty minutes to twelve. MISS MOON. Yes, we've never known Miss Fullgarney to be so late at her business. I do hope she hasn't been run over and injured. MISS HUDDLE. Or murdered by tramps. QUEX. My dear young lady! MISS MOON. Well, one does read _such_ things in the ha'penny papers. MISS HUDDLE. And she went down to Richmond yesterday afternoon, you know--to Fauncey Court. QUEX. Of course I know--and slept there. MISS MOON. Oh, did she? QUEX. And has come up to town this morning. MISS HUDDLE. Then she'll have gone home, I expect, to change. MISS MOON. That's what she's done. [_Slightly disappointed._] Well, I _should_ have been sorry if anything had happened to her. QUEX. Naturally. MISS HUDDLE. So should I, though I'm quite new here. MISS MOON. It never gives _me_ any pleasure to hear of people having their limbs crushed. MISS HUDDLE. Or being murdered by tramps. MISS MOON. Won't your lordship take a chair? [_To_ FRAYNE, _who has wandered down to the window._] And you, sir? [_The young gentleman, his manicuring being finished, has risen, paid_ MISS LIMBIRD _and departed, followed by_ MISS CLARIDGE _carrying her bowl and towel. The door-gong sounds._ QUEX. Is that she? MISS MOON. No; that young gentleman leaving. [MISS MOON, _carrying her bowl and towel, and_ MISS HUDDLE, _after exchanging a few words with_ MISS LIMBIRD, _withdraw._ FRAYNE. [_To_ QUEX, _biliously._] How revoltingly hideous these gals look this morning! QUEX. Same as yesterday. You're seedy. FRAYNE. [_Closing his eyes._] Oh, shockingly seedy. [_Sitting._] I'm in for a go of malaria, I fear. QUEX. Shame of me to have routed you out of bed and bothered you with my affairs. [_Sitting._] But you can quite understand, Chick, how confoundedly anxious I am as to the attitude Miss Fullgarney will adopt towards me to-day.