Quex.
We are going to have a flaming sunset, Duchess.
Duchess.
Superb.
Pollitt.
[Haughtily.] I wish you good evening, my lord.
Quex.
Oh, good evening, Mr. Valma. [To himself.] Impudent beggar!
[Pollitt walks away. After watching his going, the Duchess comes eagerly forward.
Duchess.