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Page 78
SOPHY.
[_Disconcerted._] Oh--ah, yes--but--
QUEX.
For yourself, my dear Sophy.
SOPHY.
[_Falteringly._] Yes, but--but she made me do it.
QUEX.
She made you do it! [_Replacing the bottle, sternly._] And who, pray,
will accept your word, upon this or any other point, against that of a
lady of the position of the Duchess of Strood?
[_He walks away from her and examines the books upon the writing-table.
She sits on the settee, a blank expression upon her face._
SOPHY.
[_After a little consideration, wiping her brow with the back of her
hand._] At any rate, my darling--Miss Muriel--would quickly see through
a horrid trick of this sort.
QUEX.
I bet you a dozen boxes of gloves to a case of your manicure instruments
that she doesn't.
SOPHY.
I said to her to-day, at my place, that I was certain, if I could meet
you alone in some quiet spot I could get a kiss out of you.
QUEX.
[_Under his breath, glaring at her._] You--! [_Coolly._] Oh, now I
understand. Yes, my dear, but Miss Eden is scarcely likely to believe
that a modest girl would carry her devotion to this extent. Good
heavens! why, your attire--! [_She pulls her robe about her sharply._]
And a woman who compromises herself, recollect, is never measured by her
own character, always by her companion's.
[_She starts to her feet and paces the room, uttering cries of anger and
indignation. He continues to interest himself in the books._
SOPHY.
Oh! no, no! my darling wouldn't think it of me! when I've abused you so
continually! she surely couldn't! oh! oh! [_With flashing eyes._] Now,
look here, my lord! you don't really imagine that I'm going to stick in
this room with you patiently all through the night, do you?
QUEX.
How do you propose to avoid it?
SOPHY.
[_Pointing to the passage-door._] As true as I'm alive, if you don't
unlock that door, I--I--I'll scream the place down!
QUEX.
Why scream? [_Pointing to the bell-rope which hangs beside the door._]
There's the bell. I daresay a servant or two is still up and about.
You'd rouse the house quicker in that way.
SOPHY.
Much obliged to you for the hint. I will--I will--[_She goes to the
bell-rope and grasps it; then she looks round and sees him calmly
turning the leaves of a book he has selected. She stares at him, with
sudden misgiving._] Ha, now we shall see how much your grand scheme
amounts to!
QUEX.
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