[Hastily.] Yes, yes; you've recalled it already to-day.
Duchess.
[Picking up a scarf-pin.] A scarf-pin. Copenhagen! Ah, that pretty state-room of mine on the Irene!
Quex.
Yes, yes, charming.
Duchess.
[Taking up a locket.] A locket—my name in brilliants. Genoa! Look, it still contains my hair.
Quex.
[Nodding.] H'm, um.
Duchess.