[Sophy puts the collarette and bracelets in the jewel-case. The Duchess, rising, again looks at the clock and at Mrs. Eden. Sophy returns to the Duchess, who is now behind the settee.
Duchess.
[To Sophy.] It is very good of you, Sophy, to attend upon me.
Sophy.
[Averting her head.] Not at all, your Grace.
Duchess.
[Taking up the Mandarin's robe.] Here is a pretty thing for you. [Giving the robe to Sophy.] Wear it to dress your hair in, in the morning.
[Breathing shortly.] Oh, no, your Grace—please—!
Duchess.