Sophy.
[Facing him candidly.] Your lordship told me last night that your little visit to the Duchess was a perfectly innocent one?
Quex.
Absolutely innocent. [Hesitatingly.] I fear I cannot go further than that.
[Fanning himself with his handkerchief.] By gad, why not, Harry? We are in Miss Fullgarney's hands. [To Sophy.] His lordship went to her Grace's apartment solely to return some gifts which he had accepted from her in the—ah—dim, distant past, and to say adieu.
Sophy.
[Witheringly.] Ah, I knew she was a double-faced thing; [looking at Quex relentingly] but p'r'aps one has been a little down on you.
Quex.
[Meekly.] You have it in your power to atone for that amply.