Yes, yes. Only don't raise your voice; [_glancing towards the door_] my
maid sleeps in a room at the end of that passage. [_Gracefully seating
herself upon the settee and motioning him to sit beside her._] Sit down.
Oh, the woe of this final meeting! the pathos of it!

QUEX.

[_Bitterly, withdrawing the chair a little further from the table._]
Yes, I agree with you--there is an element of wofulness in this meeting;
it is not altogether without pathos.

DUCHESS.

Not altogether!

QUEX.

[_Sitting, facing her._] But, for yourself, my dear Sidonia--well, I
have the consolation of believing that directly you turn your back upon
Fauncey Court much of the wofulness of your position will evaporate.

DUCHESS.

Harry!

QUEX.

Forgive me--you admit that you delight in colouring even the most
ordinary events of life rather highly. If I may put it more roughly, you