Quex.

Good lord, no!

Duchess.

"Félix Poubelle, Carte d'Or." You remarked that it was a brand unknown to you. Have you ever met it since, Harry?

Quex.

Not that I—

Duchess.

Nor I till last night, at dinner. [Impressively.] It is in this very house.

Quex.

[With a slight shrug of the shoulders.] Extremely probable.