Good lord! go away!
[MRS. EDEN _joins_ LADY OWBRIDGE _as_ FRAYNE _advances to_ MURIEL.
FRAYNE.
[_Taking_ MURIEL'S _hand._] Dear young lady, you are about to become the
wife of one of the best. There are not many of us left; we are a
dwindling band, Miss Eden--
[_The_ DUCHESS _comes to_ QUEX.
DUCHESS.
[_To_ QUEX, _softly._] Sincere congratulations. [_He bows stiffly._] At
any time, you know, when you return to England--
QUEX.
[_Eyeing her sternly._] Yes?
DUCHESS.
After your honeymoon--
QUEX.
Yes?
DUCHESS.
Should you feel _ennuye_--
QUEX.
I!
DUCHESS.
The air at Burwarton never failed to exhilarate you. So pray do not
forget--
QUEX.
[_Indignantly._] Duchess!
DUCHESS.
[_Sweetly._] That poor dear Strood would be pleased to see you. [FRAYNE
_joins_ LADY OWBRIDGE _and_ MRS. EDEN _as the_ DUCHESS _advances to_
MURIEL.] Dear Miss Eden, may your married life be as beautiful, as
serene, as my own!
MURIEL.
[_Frankly._] Thank you, Duchess.
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