I cannot! [Producing a diminutive lace handkerchief.] In the first shock of the news of your engagement—for it was a shock—one thought consoled me; throughout the time that has elapsed since then I have fed upon this same thought—there will be a parting in keeping with our great attachment! And now, you would rob me even of that!
Quex.
But—but—but—a solemn, deliberate leave-taking! the ceremony, of all others, to be carefully avoided!
Not by me, Harry—not by me. I wish to carry, in my breast, from this house the numb despair of a piteous climax. I cannot drive away smugly from these gates with the simple feelings of a woman who has been paying a mere visit—I cannot!
Quex.
My dear Sidonia—!
Duchess.
[Decidedly.] I say I cannot!
Quex.