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Page 102
QUEX.
[_Sharply._] Eh?
SOPHY.
[_Breaking down._] Oh, my lord, recollect, she's not much more than a
girl!
QUEX.
No, she is not much more than a girl; but you--though you and she are of
the same age--_you_ are a woman. _You_ know your world, upstairs and
downstairs, boudoir and kitchen. Yet you own you have encouraged her in
this, made her clandestine meetings with this penniless beggar possible.
You--! you deserve to be whipped, Miss Fullgarney--whipped!
SOPHY.
[_Facing him._] Come, my lord! not so fast! After all, remember, Captain
Bastling may be poor, but he's Miss Eden's match in other ways.
QUEX.
Match?
SOPHY.
Young, and good-looking. Oh, and isn't it natural--?
QUEX.
Quite natural--quite. [_Turning to_ FRAYNE.] Chick, what an ass I've
been; what fools we old chaps are, all of us! Why, if I had led the life
of a saint, it would only be necessary for a man like this Bastling to
come along, to knock me out. Good lord, how clear it is, when it's
brought home to you in this fashion! It isn't the scamp, the rou�, a
girl shies at; it's the _old_ scamp, the _old_ rou�. She'll take the
young one, the blackguard with a smooth skin and a bright eye, directly
he raises a hand--take him without a murmur, money-hunter though he may
be. Take him! by Jove, she leaps into his arms!
FRAYNE.
D'ye mean that Bastling--?
QUEX.
Napier Bastling! [_Breaking into a prolonged peal of laughter._] Ha, ha,
ha, ha! Chick, he's just what _I_ was at eight-and-twenty. Ha, ha, ha!
what I was--and worse, damn him!--and she loves him.
SOPHY.
[_Who has been listening with wide-open eyes and parted lips._] It's not
true! it isn't true!
QUEX.
[_Turning to her._] Isn't it! You think so, hey? No, I suppose you
haven't experimentalised upon _him_; you haven't spied on him, and
tempted him as you tempted me. You have never got _him_ into a quiet
corner and stuck your impudent face in his. If you had--
SOPHY.
Oh! he wouldn't--!
[FRAYNE _has walked away;_ QUEX _now joins him._
QUEX.
[_As he goes._] Wouldn't he! ha, ha, ha! [_To_ FRAYNE, _fiercely._] What
the devil am I to do, Chick?
FRAYNE.
Punch his head.
SOPHY.
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