The Gay Lord Quex - BestLightNovel.com
You’re reading novel The Gay Lord Quex Part 14 online at BestLightNovel.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit BestLightNovel.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
MURIEL.
I do--I mean, I'm getting to. [_Defiantly._] At any rate, I am proud of him.
SOPHY.
Proud!
MURIEL.
Certainly--proud that he has mended his ways for my sake.
SOPHY.
[_Between tears and anger._] Mended his ways! with those eyes of his!
MURIEL.
[_Looking down upon_ SOPHY, _wonderingly._] His eyes? why, they are considered his best feature.
SOPHY.
_I_ never saw wickeder eyes. All my girls say the same.
MURIEL.
[_With rising indignation._] I am sure you have never detected Lord Quex looking at anybody in a way he should not.
SOPHY.
Oh, I admit he has always behaved in a gentlemanly manner towards me and my girls.
MURIEL.
[_Haughtily._ Towards you and your--! Sophy, pray remember Lord Quex's rank.
SOPHY.
[_In hot scorn._] His rank! ha! do you think his lords.h.i.+p has ever let _that_ interfere--?
[_She checks herself, finding_ MURIEL _staring at her._
MURIEL.
[_In horror._] Sophy!
SOPHY.
[_Discomposed--rising._] Er--if I'm to do anything to your nails--
[_As_ SOPHY _is moving towards the manicure-table,_ MURIEL _intercepts her._
MURIEL.
You are surely not suggesting that Lord Quex has ever descended--?
SOPHY.
[_Hastily._] No, no, no. [_Brus.h.i.+ng past_ MURIEL _and seating herself before the screen-chair_.] Come; they'll all be here directly.
MURIEL.
[_Sitting in the screen-chair._] Sophy, you have heard some story--
SOPHY.
[_Examining_ MURIEL'S _hands._] A little varnis.h.i.+ng is all you need to-day.
MURIEL.
You shall tell me!
SOPHY.
[_Proceeding with her work methodically._] It's nothing much; I'm sorry I--
MURIEL.
[_Imperatively._] Sophy!
SOPHY.
[_Reluctantly._] Oh, well--well, when I was at Mrs. Beaupoint's in Grosvenor Street--
MURIEL.
Yes?
SOPHY.
A Lady Pumphrey came to stay there with a goodish-looking maid--Edith Smith her name was--
MURIEL.
Never mind her name!
SOPHY.
And they'd lately met Lord Quex in a country house in Worcesters.h.i.+re.
Well, he had kissed _her_--Smith admitted it.
