Duchess.
What—?
Quex.
[With dignity.] Worst come to the worst, I shall defend you by every means in my power. I'm done, I feel sure; [drawing himself up] but, of course, I shall lie for you like the devil.
Duchess.
[Plaintively.] Thanks. And I have dragged you into it all.
Quex.
Tsch! [Bowing stiffly.] Good-night.
Good-night. [She goes to the table and prepares to remove the tray. Having turned the key of the door, Quex pauses. She says fretfully.] Oh, why don't you go, Harry?