[_Distractedly._] Let me out! oh, yes, he _is_ jealous of me; he _is_ jealous of me, and we"ve had a few words about you as it is--
QUEX.
Ah!
SOPHY.
Oh, this would ruin me with Valma! oh, if your lordship hasn"t any feeling for me, don"t let Valma think that I"m a--that I"m--! [_Going down on her knees before him._] Oh, I won"t tell on you! I promise I won"t, if you"ll only let me go! I will hold my tongue about you and the d.u.c.h.ess! I take my solemn oath I"ll hold my tongue!
QUEX.
[_Rising._] Ha! [_Calmly._] No, my dear Sophy, I wasn"t aware that your _fiance_ is in the house. So the situation comes home to you a little more poignantly now, does it?
SOPHY.
[_Rising and going to the pa.s.sage-door._] Unlock the door! where"s the key?
QUEX.
Wait, wait, wait! And you"re going to keep your mouth shut after all, are you?
SOPHY.
[_Rattling the door-handle._] Yes, yes, Unlock it!
QUEX.
Don"t be in such a hurry.
SOPHY.
I give you my sacred word--
QUEX.
[_Thoughtfully._] Tsch, tsch, tsch! [_Sharply, with a snap of the fingers._] Yes--by Jove--! [_Pointing to the chair by the writing-table._] Sit down. [_Imperatively._] Sit down. [_She sits, wonderingly. He goes to the table, selects a plain sheet of paper and lays it before her. Then he hands her a pen._] Write as I tell you.
SOPHY.
[_Tremblingly._] What?
QUEX.
[_Pointing to the ink._] Ink. [_Dictating._] "My lord." [_She writes; he walks about as he dictates._] "My lord. I am truly obliged to you--"
SOPHY
Yes.
QUEX.
"For your great liberality--"
SOPHY.
[_Turning._] Eh?
QUEX.
[_Sternly._] Go on. [_She writes._] "For your great liberality, and in once more availing myself of it I quite understand--"
SOPHY.
[_Weakly._] Oh! [_After writing._] Yes.
QUEX.
"I quite understand that our friendship comes to an end." [_She rises and faces him._] Go on.
SOPHY.
Our friendship!
QUEX.
Yes.
SOPHY.
Our--_friendship_!
QUEX.
Yes.
SOPHY.
I won"t.
QUEX.
Very well.
SOPHY.
How dare you try to make me write such a thing! [_He turns from her and, book in hand, resumes his rec.u.mbent position on the sofa. She approaches him, falteringly._] What would you do with that, if I did write it?
QUEX.