Duchess
Ah, so it is he—[her face has grown dark and furious] or does he push in some accident to favour me.
Gwymplane [in a low voice]
Treachery—if I had not been so mad all evening I could have smelt it on every gust of air.
Josephine
Hush, don't ruin us.
Charles
Did I hear you speak?
Josephine
No, Charles. I was merely muttering a few imprecations at you for disturbing my rest.