Duchess.
What—?
Quex.
[Distinctly.] No red fire.
Duchess.
[Chilled.] Is this the something you had to ask of me? [He bows in assent.] I cannot remember ever having seen you in this mood.
Quex.
This is our first actual tête-à-tête since my engagement to Miss Eden.
Duchess.
Oh, I understand.