Quex.

Why?

Sophy.

Why, can't you see that our being found together like this, here or anywhere, would do for you as well as for me?

Quex.

[Rising.] Of course I see it. [Advancing to her.] But, my dear Sophy, I am already done for. You provide for that. And so, if I have to part with my last shred of character, I will lose it in association with a woman of your class rather than with a lady whom I, with the rest of the world, hold in the highest esteem.

Sophy.

[After a pause.] Ho! oh, indeed?

Quex.

Yes. Yes, indeed.