The ordeal?
Duchess.
The prolonged discomfort, to which I have subjected myself, of watching your wooing of Miss Eden. I must go.
Quex.
[With ill-concealed relief.] Go! leave us?
Duchess.
I recognise how fitting it is that you should bring your wild, irregular career to a close; but after to-morrow I shall cease to be a spectator of these preliminaries.
Quex.
[His eyes sparkling.] After to-morrow!
Duchess.