Quex.
[Glancing at the clock.] By Jove, it's late! I—I'll leave you now, Sidonia.
Duchess.
[Turning.] No, no—not yet, Harry. [Coming to the table and taking up the box of cigarettes.] Why, you forget—[offering him the box] Argyropulos!
Quex.
[Accepting a cigarette reluctantly.] Thanks. [Again looking at the clock.] Well—three minutes.
Duchess.
[Taking a cigarette, replacing the box, and holding the spirit lamp while he lights his cigarette from it.] You were not always so impatient. [In lighting his cigarette, the flame of the lamp is blown out.] Ah! [After replacing the lamp, she lights her cigarette from his, gazing into his eyes.] Argyropulos. [Dreamily.] Once more—Argyropulos.
Quex.
Yes, yes—capital tobacco.