Quex.
Eh?
Muriel.
[Rising, and speaking in a low, appealing voice.] Give me your word you have been loyal to me, down to your very thought, since our engagement.
Quex.
[Earnestly.] Muriel, I—
Muriel.
Hush! [Giving him her hand.] I believe you. [The door-gong sounds.] And, look here! I haven't been quite fair, or generous, to you, I am afraid. But I am going to be different—
Quex.
After to-day!