I caught her behind the hedge this evening, in the Italian garden, after you and I had been talking together.
Duchess.
Behind the hedge!
Quex.
She had previously done her best to make an ass of me, while you were dressing for dinner—! [Looking towards the passage-door.] Where do you say her room is?
Duchess.
At the end of that passage. [They rise together, with very little movement.] Oh, but she is in bed, and asleep!
Quex.
Is she?
Duchess.