The Gay Lord Quex: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

[Covering her eyes with her hand.] Oh, cruel, cruel!

Quex.

[Pausing.] Cruel—?

Duchess.

[With heaving bosom.] But there! if you deny me the possession of real feeling, why should you hesitate to rain blows on me?

Quex.

[Softening, coming to her.] My dear Sidonia, I don't—I don't mean to—

Duchess.

[Rising, and grasping his hands.] Oh, Harry!

Quex.