I bet you a dozen boxes of gloves to a case of your manicure instruments that she doesn't.
I said to her to-day, at my place, that I was certain, if I could meet you alone in some quiet spot I could get a kiss out of you.
Quex.
[Under his breath, glaring at her.] You—! [Coolly.] Oh, now I understand. Yes, my dear, but Miss Eden is scarcely likely to believe that a modest girl would carry her devotion to this extent. Good heavens! why, your attire—! [She pulls her robe about her sharply.] And a woman who compromises herself, recollect, is never measured by her own character, always by her companion's.
[She starts to her feet and paces the room, uttering cries of anger and indignation. He continues to interest himself in the books.
Sophy.
Oh! no, no! my darling wouldn't think it of me! when I've abused you so continually! she surely couldn't! oh! oh! [With flashing eyes.] Now, look here, my lord! you don't really imagine that I'm going to stick in this room with you patiently all through the night, do you?
Quex.
How do you propose to avoid it?