Quex.
As you please. Miss Fullgarney—
Sophy.
I hear you.
Quex.
I should like to settle this business with you pleasantly—if possible. Allow me to say this. I don't think I am quite such an atrocious person as you appear to believe; in fact I can assure you I am not.
Sophy.
[Gathering her robe about her and advancing a few steps.] You must excuse me, my lord, but—[glancing round the room] you evidently forget where you are.
Quex.
No, I don't; but I tell you—I tell you sincerely—that my visit to her Grace to-night was an innocent one.