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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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