Gwymplane
I know,—to him—and you wish him spared the public lash of scandal, I suppose.
Duchess
He need not be spared it entirely—I do not ask that. You can make plea to the Queen, if you wish, the day after the ceremony—only not tomorrow. Much rests on that for me.
Gwymplane
Madame, with the insolence of your class, you are asking favours of one whose degradation you have sought and shared.
Duchess
Perhaps, but you must remember that I am the sister of the Queen and can impose obedience to the most insolent favours I choose to demand.
[A loud knock from the door leading into the conservatory. Gwymplane starts towards the door. The Duchess holds him back.]
Truly an eventful hour. [she raises her voice]