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Page 88
QUEX.
[_Advancing a step or two._] I am exceedingly sorry to see you looking
so fatigued.
SOPHY.
[_Faintly._] Didn't close my eyes the whole night. [_She drops the_
porti�re _over the entrance, and approaches_ QUEX.] Well, my lord?
QUEX.
I have ventured to call upon you, Miss Fullgarney, in the hope of
ratifying the excellent understanding with which we parted last night.
SOPHY.
[_Pointing to_ FRAYNE.] Well, but--er--
QUEX.
Oh--oh, yes--[_To_ FRAYNE, _who has turned away._] Frayne--[_To_
SOPHY.] I have taken my old and trusted friend, Sir Chichester Frayne,
into my confidence in this regrettable business.
SOPHY.
[_Dubiously._] Indeed?
QUEX.
I thought it desirable there should be a third party--
SOPHY.
P'r'aps you're right. [_Cuttingly._] One needs a third party when one
has the honour of meeting your lordship--[_Checking herself._] Excuse
me.
QUEX.
[_Pleasantly, with a slight bow of acknowledgment._] Before we go
further, I may tell you that her Grace has informed me of what passed
between you this morning.
SOPHY.
Nothing passed.
QUEX.
Precisely.
SOPHY.
The lady beamed upon me, for all the world as if she was an angel
spending a Saturday-to-Monday here below; and I dressed her hair for her
just as if I didn't want to tear it out by the roots. And then she
turned up her eyes and said she hoped every happiness would attend me,
and went downstairs to prayers.
QUEX.
Will you allow me to--to thank you?
SOPHY.
[_Frigidly._] You needn't. [_Abruptly._] Oh, by-the-by, the lady gave me
a--a keepsake, she called it. [_Endeavouring to extract some bulky
object from her pocket._] I mean to burn the thing, once I've found out
what's inside it. But I can't get it open. Here it is.
[_She exhibits the little box, covered with brocade, which_ QUEX _has
returned to the_ DUCHESS _in the previous Act._
QUEX.
[_Surprised._] By Jove!
SOPHY.
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