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Page 98
My lord?
QUEX.
I thought we had become good friends, you and I--?
SOPHY.
So we have, I hope.
QUEX.
And that you were desirous of rendering me a service?
SOPHY.
Well, aren't I, my lord?
QUEX.
Are you? You _know_ that Miss Eden came to you directly she left
Gressier's. You _know_ she did.
SOPHY.
[_After a pause--drawing a deep breath._] Yes, I--I own it.
QUEX.
[_Reproachfully._] Ah, Miss Fullgarney!
SOPHY.
She _has_ been in, and I _have_ done you the service I promised.
QUEX.
[_Calmly._] You have?
SOPHY.
Indeed I have, as true as I stand here. [_Steadying herself._] But the
fact is--the fact is Miss Eden had a purchase to make that she didn't
wish the ladies to interfere over, and--and she has run out for ten
minutes. If your lordship must know where she is, she's in the
Burlington.
QUEX.
[_Very quietly._] Oh, she has run out for a few minutes?
SOPHY.
She might be a quarter of an hour.
QUEX.
Not _run_ out; _flown_ out, at one of these windows.
SOPHY.
[_Faintly._] One of these windows?
QUEX.
[_Pointing to the entrance._] She has not gone out by the door.
SOPHY.
What do you mean?
QUEX.
Your young ladies assured me just now that Miss Eden was in this room
with you. [FRAYNE, _possessed of an idea, has gone to the door in the
partition. He now raps at the door gently._] No, no, Chick--please! we
are not policemen.
FRAYNE.
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