The Gay Lord Quex - A Comedy in Four Acts by Arthur Wing Pinero
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DUCHESS. Well, do you remember the brand of the champagne you sipped while you and I sat smoking? QUEX. Good lord, no! DUCHESS. "FĂ©lix Poubelle, Carte d'Or." You remarked that it was a brand unknown to you. Have you ever met it since, Harry? QUEX. Not that I-- DUCHESS. Nor I till last night, at dinner. [_Impressively._] It is in this very house. QUEX. [_With a slight shrug of the shoulders._] Extremely probable. DUCHESS. |
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