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Page 90
QUEX.
Absolutely innocent. [_Hesitatingly._] I fear I cannot go further than
that.
FRAYNE.
[_Fanning himself with his handkerchief._] By gad, why not, Harry? We
are in Miss Fullgarney's hands. [_To_ SOPHY.] His lordship went to her
Grace's apartment solely to return some gifts which he had accepted from
her in the--ah--dim, distant past, and to say adieu.
SOPHY.
[_Witheringly._] Ah, I knew _she_ was a double-faced thing; [_looking
at_ QUEX _relentingly_] but p'r'aps one _has_ been a little down on
_you_.
QUEX.
[_Meekly._] You have it in your power to atone for that amply.
SOPHY.
[_Half-feelingly, half-sullenly._] At any rate, you behaved, in the end,
like a gentleman to me last night. And so--when I see Miss Muriel--
QUEX.
Yes?
SOPHY.
[_Deliberately._] I am going to tell her a lie.
QUEX.
[_With some emotion._] Miss Fullgarney, I--I--
SOPHY.
Oh, I said I'd do what I can for you. [_Uncomfortably._] And this is all
I _can_ do.
QUEX.
[_Light-heartedly._] All!
SOPHY.
Just to give you a chance.
QUEX.
Chance! [_Drawing a deep breath._] You place my happiness beyond danger.
SOPHY.
[_Impulsively, offering him her hand._] I wish you luck, my lord.
[_He takes her hand and wrings it._
FRAYNE.
[_Who has opened the window for air._] Hallo!
SOPHY.
[_Turning nervously._] What--?
FRAYNE.
[_Looking out._] Isn't this your friend, Captain Bastling?
QUEX.
Bastling?
FRAYNE.
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