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Page 61
DUCHESS.
Quite. [_Advancing to him with outstretched hands._] Welcome, Harry! oh,
welcome!
QUEX.
[_Retreating a few steps--firmly._] One moment. I have something to ask
of you, Sidonia. [_Looking round._] You are sure--?
DUCHESS.
Yes, yes. Only don't raise your voice; [_glancing towards the door_] my
maid sleeps in a room at the end of that passage. [_Gracefully seating
herself upon the settee and motioning him to sit beside her._] Sit down.
Oh, the woe of this final meeting! the pathos of it!
QUEX.
[_Bitterly, withdrawing the chair a little further from the table._]
Yes, I agree with you--there is an element of wofulness in this meeting;
it is not altogether without pathos.
DUCHESS.
Not altogether!
QUEX.
[_Sitting, facing her._] But, for yourself, my dear Sidonia--well, I
have the consolation of believing that directly you turn your back upon
Fauncey Court much of the wofulness of your position will evaporate.
DUCHESS.
Harry!
QUEX.
Forgive me--you admit that you delight in colouring even the most
ordinary events of life rather highly. If I may put it more roughly, you
are disposed, my dear Sidonia--at times, perhaps, a little
inopportunely--to burn a good deal of red fire. [_Leaning forward._] At
any rate, I beg an especial favour of you to-night.
DUCHESS.
What--?
QUEX.
[_Distinctly._] No red fire.
DUCHESS.
[_Chilled._] Is this the something you had to ask of me? [_He bows in
assent._] I cannot remember ever having seen you in this mood.
QUEX.
This is our first actual _t�te-�-t�te_ since my engagement to Miss Eden.
DUCHESS.
Oh, I understand.
QUEX.
And now shall I tell you where the wofulness and the pathos most
conspicuously display themselves on this occasion?
DUCHESS.
If you wish to.
QUEX.
In the confounded treachery of my being here at all.
DUCHESS.
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