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Page 68
Oh, my reputation!
QUEX.
I'm--done.
DUCHESS.
My reputation! I have never ceased to guard that, as you know.
QUEX.
I've lost her.
DUCHESS.
My reputation!
QUEX.
Of course, I deserve it. But--
[_He sits, his head bowed._
DUCHESS.
[_Looking up._] To think--to think that I allowed this plausible
creature to thrust herself upon me! [_He raises his head, glaring
fiercely. She beats the pillow._] Oh! oh! my reputation in the hands of
this low creature!
QUEX.
Ah--! [_With a half-smothered cry he goes to the door and pulls it open.
The_ DUCHESS _runs after him and seizes his arm_.] I said I'd wring her
damned neck--I told Frayne so.
DUCHESS.
[_Pushing him away from the door._] Don't! don't! violence will not help
us. [_She closes the door; he stands clutching the chair by the
writing-table. The clock strikes twelve._] Midnight. [_Leaning upon a
chair._] At any rate, you had better go now.
QUEX.
[_Turning to her._] I beg your pardon; I regret having lost control of
myself.
DUCHESS.
[_Miserably._] It has been a wretchedly disappointing meeting.
QUEX.
[_Heavily._] Let us see each other in the morning. [_She nods._] Be
walking in the grounds by nine.
DUCHESS.
Yes. [_Rallying._] After all, Harry, there may be nothing behind this
woman's behaviour. It may have been only the vulgarest curiosity on her
part.
QUEX.
[_Incredulously._] Ha! However, in that case--
DUCHESS.
Money.
QUEX.
Money.
DUCHESS.
I ought to sound her directly she presents herself at my bedside, ought
I not?
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