Quex.
I!
Duchess.
The air at Burwarton never failed to exhilarate you. So pray do not forget—
Quex.
[Indignantly.] Duchess!
Duchess.
[Sweetly.] That poor dear Strood would be pleased to see you. [Frayne joins Lady Owbridge and MRS. EDEN as the Duchess advances to Muriel.] Dear Miss Eden, may your married life be as beautiful, as serene, as my own!
Muriel.
[Frankly.] Thank you, Duchess.