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Page 65
Dolly! [_Closing her eyes._] You give me my pet name again!
QUEX.
Ah, Dolly, if only there wasn't quite so much in one's life--to muffle!
[_He pulls the cork. She tosses the pillow on to the settee, a little
irritably._] May I--?
[_She inclines her head. He pours wine into the glasses; she takes the
champagne glass, he the tumbler._
DUCHESS.
[_Sentimentally._] F�lix Poubelle, Carte d'Or! [_Looking at him over the
brim of her glass._] _Eh bien! au joyeux pass�!_
QUEX.
_Non, non--� un avenir meilleur!_
DUCHESS.
_Que vous �tes prosa�que! soit!_ [_They drink. She sits, with a sigh of
dissatisfaction._] Ah!
QUEX.
[_Leaning against the table, drinking his wine._] Wonderful wine--really
exceptional. [_Struck by a thought, turning to her._] Forgive me--you
must have found some difficulty in introducing Monsieur F�lix Poubelle
into this hallowed apartment.
DUCHESS.
No. [_Sipping her wine._] My maid thinks it is by my doctor's orders.
QUEX.
Your maid, yes--[_sipping his wine; then sitting upon the settee, glass
in hand_] but my poor aunt must be highly scandalised.
DUCHESS.
[_Her glass at her lips._] Dear Lady Owbridge will not know. I told the
girl to coax it out of the butler, as if it were for herself. These
women have a way of doing such things.
QUEX.
[_Laughing rather sadly._] Ha, ha, ha! who is beyond temptation? Not
even old Bristow--sixty if he's a day.
DUCHESS.
[_Shrugging her shoulders._] Sixty or sixteen--when a girl is
fascinating--
QUEX.
Fascinating! your woman, Watson!
DUCHESS.
No, no--Watson has left me for a few hours. I am speaking of Sophy.
[_There is a brief silence._ QUEX, _surprised in the act of drinking,
lowers his glass slowly._
QUEX.
[_In a queer voice._] Sophy?
DUCHESS.
Miss Fullgarney, the manicurist. She was so good as to offer to take
Watson's place for to-night.
QUEX.
[_Looking steadily before him._] Oh?
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