[Sitting up, alertly.] Ho! my jealous friend, the palmist. He is on the premises, hey?
[Distractedly.] Let me out! oh, yes, he is jealous of me; he is jealous of me, and we've had a few words about you as it is—
Quex.
Ah!
Sophy.
Oh, this would ruin me with Valma! oh, if your lordship hasn't any feeling for me, don't let Valma think that I'm a—that I'm—! [Going down on her knees before him.] Oh, I won't tell on you! I promise I won't, if you'll only let me go! I will hold my tongue about you and the Duchess! I take my solemn oath I'll hold my tongue!
Quex.
[Rising.] Ha! [Calmly.] No, my dear Sophy, I wasn't aware that your fiancé is in the house. So the situation comes home to you a little more poignantly now, does it?
Sophy.