DUCHESS.

I ought to sound her directly she presents herself at my bedside, ought
I not?

QUEX.

Earlier--before she has had time to get about the house. Stand at
nothing. If she's to be bought, she shall have whatever she demands--any
sum!

DUCHESS.

How liberal of you!

[QUEX _walks towards the door, then turns to her._

QUEX.

One thing I hope I need hardly say, Duchess?

DUCHESS.

What--?

QUEX.

[_With dignity._] Worst come to the worst, I shall defend you by every
means in my power. _I'm_ done, I feel sure; [_drawing himself up_] but,