Money.
Duchess.
I ought to sound her directly she presents herself at my bedside, ought I not?
Quex.
Earlier—before she has had time to get about the house. Stand at nothing. If she's to be bought, she shall have whatever she demands—any sum!
Duchess.
How liberal of you!
[Quex walks towards the door, then turns to her.
Quex.
One thing I hope I need hardly say, Duchess?