Yes, I rejoin poor dear Strood on Friday. True, he has four nurses—he always had four nurses, if you remember?
Quex.
[Sympathetically.] Three or four.
Duchess.
But then, nurses are but nurses. [Nobly.] I must not forget that I am a wife, Harry.
Quex.
No, no—you mustn't forget that.
Duchess.
[Gazing into his eyes.] And so, between you and me, [placing her hands upon his shoulders] it is over.
Quex.