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Page 77
[_After a pause._] Ho! oh, indeed?
QUEX.
Yes. Yes, indeed.
SOPHY.
[_With a shade less confidence._] Ha, ha! if your lordship thinks to
frighten me, you've got hold of the wrong customer. Ha, ha, ha! two or
three things you haven't reckoned for, I can assure you. Here's one--I
told Miss Muriel exactly what I heard, between you and your Duchess, in
the garden this evening.
QUEX.
[_Grinding his teeth._] You did! [_Involuntarily making a threatening
movement towards her._] You did, you--!
SOPHY.
[_Cowering over the settee._] Oh!
QUEX.
[_Recovering himself._] Oh, you did, did you?
SOPHY.
[_Facing him defiantly._] Yes, I did.
QUEX.
[_Coolly._] Well? and what then? You listen to a conversation carried on
in an open spot, from which your mischievous ears manage to detach the
phrase "to-night." My explanation, if I am called upon to make one, will
be absurdly simple.
SOPHY.
[_Derisively._] Ha, ha! will it! ha, ha, ha! I daresay!
QUEX.
Yes. You see, I promised her Grace that I would send a book to her room
to-night--_to-night_. My man had gone to bed; I brought it myself,
intending to hand it to Mrs. Watson, her maid. In the meantime, the
Duchess had joined Mrs. Eden and I found _you_ here.
SOPHY.
You couldn't tell such an abominable lie!
QUEX.
[_Imperturbably._] I found _you_ here. And then--what is the obvious
sequel to the story? [_Shrugging his shoulders._] I'm a wicked man,
Sophy, and you're an undeniably pretty girl--and the devil dared me.
SOPHY.
Oh--!
QUEX.
[_Taking up the bottle of champagne._] And an excellent banquet you had
chanced to provide for the occasion. [_Reading the label._] "F�lix
Poubelle, Carte d'Or." It will appear, I am afraid, that you had been
preparing for the entertainment of some amorous footman.
SOPHY.
[_Snapping her fingers at him._] Puh! bah! Oh, the whole house shall
know that that is your Duchess's champagne.
QUEX.
Excuse me--Mr. Brewster, the butler, will disprove that tale. You
wheedled this out of him on your own account, remember.
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