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Page 75
SOPHY.
Let you off?
QUEX.
Don't tell on me. Don't try to rob me of Miss Eden. Let me off.
SOPHY.
I'm sorry to say I can't, my lord.
QUEX
You won't?
SOPHY.
I won't. [_With a slight inclination of the head_ QUEX _turns away and
stands leaning against the settee with his back towards_ SOPHY. _The
clock strikes the quarter-of-an-hour. There is a short silence._] If
your lordship has quite done with me--? [_He makes no response. She
tosses her head._] I wish you good-night, my lord. [_She goes to the
passage-door and turns the handle._] It's locked. This door's locked.
[_Looking at him._] The door's locked. [_Rattling at the door-handle._]
Where's the key? [_Searching about on the floor near the door._] Where's
the--? [_Coming forward a step or two._] Has your lordship got the key
of this door? [_Still obtaining no answer, she stands staring at him for
a moment; then she goes quickly to the other door and tries the handle.
As she does so,_ QUEX _turns sharply and, leaning upon the back of the
settee, watches her. After shaking the door-handle vigorously, she
wheels round and faces him, indignantly._] What's the meaning of this?
QUEX.
[_Grimly._] Ah!
SOPHY.
Oh--! [_She sweeps round to avoid him, and then runs into the bedroom.
When she has gone he seats himself in the chair by the writing-table in
a lazy attitude, his legs stretched out, his hands in his pockets. After
a moment or two she returns breathlessly._] I'm locked in!
QUEX.
Yes.
SOPHY.
You have locked me in!
QUEX.
Yes.
SOPHY.
How dare you!
QUEX.
Why, you didn't think you were going to have it _all_ your own way, did
you, Sophy?
SOPHY.
I'll thank you to be less familiar. Let me out.
QUEX.
Not I.
SOPHY.
You let me out directly.
QUEX.
[_Pointing a finger at her._] You'll gain nothing by raging, my good
girl. Ha! now you appreciate the curiously awkward position in which
you have placed yourself.
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