The Gay Lord Quex by Arthur W. Pinero


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Page 66

[_There is another pause. The_ DUCHESS _puts down her glass and, with
her foot, pushes the footstool towards_ QUEX.

DUCHESS.

[_Sliding from her chair on to the footstool._] Oh, Harry, the
bitterness of this final meeting! the dull agony of it!

[_He gets rid of his tumbler and touches her arm._

QUEX.

[_Quietly._] Duchess--

DUCHESS.

[_Surprised._] Eh?

QUEX.

I am sorry to alarm you, but this girl--Miss Eden's foster-sister--

DUCHESS.

What about her?

QUEX.

She's a cat.

DUCHESS.

Cat!

QUEX.

[_Gathering his ideas as he proceeds._] A common hussy, not above
playing tricks--spying--

DUCHESS.

Spying!

QUEX.

I caught her behind the hedge this evening, in the Italian garden, after
you and I had been talking together.

DUCHESS.

Behind the hedge!

QUEX.

She had previously done her best to make an ass of me, while you were
dressing for dinner--! [_Looking towards the passage-door._] Where do
you say her room is?

DUCHESS.

At the end of that passage. [_They rise together, with very little
movement._] Oh, but she is in bed, and asleep!

QUEX.

_Is_ she?

DUCHESS.

Harry!

QUEX.

Wait--! [_He goes to the door, and examines the key-hole. Then he turns
to the_ DUCHESS _and beckons to her. She joins him. He says, in a
whisper, pointing to the key-hole._] Do you notice--?

DUCHESS.

What?

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