GERTRUDE. What upsets you, then?
AGNES. After all, it's difficult to explain—the feeling is so indefinite. It's like—something in the air. This man is influencing us both oddly. Lucas is as near illness again as possible; I can hear his nerves vibrating. And I—you know what a fish-like thing I am as a rule—just look at me now, as I'm speaking to you.
GERTRUDE. But don't you and Mr. Cleeve—talk to each other?
AGNES. As children do when the lights are put out—of everything but what's uppermost in their minds.
GERTRUDE. You have met the man?
AGNES. I intend to meet him.
GERTRUDE. Who is he?
AGNES. A relation of Lucas's—the Duke of St. Olpherts
GERTRUDE. He has right on his side, then?
AGNES. If you choose to think so.