Duchess.
No, no—only the words, "warm evening." Yes, it was upon a Wednesday. What is to-day?
Quex.
Wednesday.
Duchess.
[Rising.] Harry, I want to see you sipping that brand of champagne once more, while you and I sit facing one another, silently, dreamily smoking Argyropulos.
Quex.
[Negatively.] Duchess—
Duchess.
To end as we began! you have not the heart to refuse?