Duchess.
[With a slight shrug of the shoulders.] Really?
Quex.
Yes. [Clenching his teeth.] And this is how I observe it. After all my resolutions, this—this is how I observe it.
[He rises and paces up and down the room.
Duchess.
[Fretfully.] I am bound to remark that your present behaviour appears quite unimpeachable.
Quex.
Unimpeachable! here—alone—in your company!