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Page 74
QUEX.
Five.
SOPHY.
No.
QUEX.
How much?
SOPHY.
Not twenty thousand. I'm extremely comfortably off, my lord, but if I
wasn't I wouldn't accept a penny of your money. All I wish is to save
Miss Muriel from marrying a--a gentleman who isn't fit for her. And
that's what I intend doing.
[_They stand looking at each other for a moment, silently; then he walks
away, thoughtfully._
QUEX.
[_In an altered tone._] Come here.
SOPHY.
[_With an eye on the door._] Certainly not.
QUEX.
As you please. Miss Fullgarney--
SOPHY.
I hear you.
QUEX.
I should like to settle this business with you pleasantly--if possible.
Allow me to say this. I don't think I am quite such an atrocious person
as you appear to believe; in fact I can assure you I am not.
SOPHY.
[_Gathering her robe about her and advancing a few steps._] You must
excuse me, my lord, but--[_glancing round the room_] you evidently
forget where you are.
QUEX.
No, I don't; but I tell you--I tell you sincerely--that my visit to her
Grace to-night was an innocent one.
SOPHY.
[_Turning her head away, in great disdain._] Really!
QUEX.
Really. You won't accept money?
SOPHY.
No, indeed, I will not.
QUEX.
Very well. Ha! it's an odd attitude for a man like myself to adopt
towards--[_indicating_ SOPHY _by a motion of the hand._] But I make an
appeal to you.
SOPHY.
[_Elevating her eyebrows._] Appeal?
QUEX.
[_With simple feeling and dignity._] I love Miss Eden. I would be a good
husband to that young lady. Let me off.
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