[Miserably.] It has been a wretchedly disappointing meeting.
Quex.
[Heavily.] Let us see each other in the morning. [She nods.] Be walking in the grounds by nine.
Duchess.
Yes. [Rallying.] After all, Harry, there may be nothing behind this woman's behaviour. It may have been only the vulgarest curiosity on her part.
Quex.
[Incredulously.] Ha! However, in that case—
Duchess.
Money.