[He gets away from her.

Duchess.

And look! you see, Harry?

Quex.

[Turning.] Eh?

Duchess.

[Pointing to the bottle of champagne.] "Félix Poubelle, Carte d'Or"! [Taking up the scissors which she has left upon the table.] The wire is already severed.

[She commences to cut the string. He comes to her.

Quex.

[Taking the scissors from her.] Oh, permit me.