Sophy.
In the morning?
Quex.
In a few hours' time. In the first place, you will be called in your room. You won't be there.
Won't I!
Quex.
No. You won't be there. A little later my man will come to my room. I sha'n't be there. At about the same hour, her Grace will require your attendance. Where will you be? She will then, naturally, desire to return to her own apartments. You are intelligent enough, I fancy, to imagine the rest. [After a brief pause, she breaks into a peal of soft, derisive laughter.] I am deeply flattered by your enjoyment of the prospect.
Sophy.
Ha, ha, ha! why, you must take me for a fool!