[The Duchess opens the door suddenly, and Sophy, who is kneeling at the key-hole, lurches forward.
Duchess.
Ah!
[Sophy, enveloped in the Mandarin's robe, gathers herself up and, without a word, flies away along the passage. The Duchess shuts the door and walks unsteadily to the settee. Quex comes down, his mouth set hard.
Quex.
I was sure of it.
Duchess.
[Aghast.] What will she do? will she tell?
Quex.
Yes—she'll tell.