The Gay Lord Quex - BestLightNovel.com
You’re reading novel The Gay Lord Quex Part 69 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
[_Stammeringly._] W--well, I--
QUEX.
[_Sharply._] Eh?
SOPHY.
[_Breaking down._] Oh, my lord, recollect, she's not much more than a girl!
QUEX.
No, she is not much more than a girl; but you--though you and she are of the same age--_you_ are a woman. _You_ know your world, upstairs and downstairs, boudoir and kitchen. Yet you own you have encouraged her in this, made her clandestine meetings with this penniless beggar possible.
You--! you deserve to be whipped, Miss Fullgarney--whipped!
SOPHY.
[_Facing him._] Come, my lord! not so fast! After all, remember, Captain Bastling may be poor, but he's Miss Eden's match in other ways.
QUEX.
Match?
SOPHY.
Young, and good-looking. Oh, and isn't it natural--?
QUEX.
Quite natural--quite. [_Turning to_ FRAYNE.] Chick, what an a.s.s I've been; what fools we old chaps are, all of us! Why, if I had led the life of a saint, it would only be necessary for a man like this Bastling to come along, to knock me out. Good lord, how clear it is, when it's brought home to you in this fas.h.i.+on! It isn't the scamp, the roue, a girl s.h.i.+es at; it's the _old_ scamp, the _old_ roue. She'll take the young one, the blackguard with a smooth skin and a bright eye, directly he raises a hand--take him without a murmur, money-hunter though he may be. Take him! by Jove, she leaps into his arms!
FRAYNE.
D'ye mean that Bastling--?
QUEX.
Napier Bastling! [_Breaking into a prolonged peal of laughter._] Ha, ha, ha, ha! Chick, he's just what _I_ was at eight-and-twenty. Ha, ha, ha!
what I was--and worse, d.a.m.n him!--and she loves him.
SOPHY.
[_Who has been listening with wide-open eyes and parted lips._] It's not true! it isn't true!
QUEX.
[_Turning to her._] Isn't it! You think so, hey? No, I suppose you haven't experimentalised upon _him_; you haven't spied on him, and tempted him as you tempted me. You have never got _him_ into a quiet corner and stuck your impudent face in his. If you had--
SOPHY.
Oh! he wouldn't--!
[FRAYNE _has walked away;_ QUEX _now joins him._
QUEX.
[_As he goes._] Wouldn't he! ha, ha, ha! [_To_ FRAYNE, _fiercely._] What the devil am I to do, Chick?
FRAYNE.
Punch his head.
SOPHY.
[_Panting._] Oh! oh! [BASTLING, _indistinctly seen through the muslin blinds, appears at the window. He raps gently upon the window frame._ SOPHY _glances at the window._] Eh--? [_Under her breath._] Oh! [_She goes swiftly to_ QUEX _and_ FRAYNE, _seizes them by the arms, and pushes them towards the door in the part.i.tion, saying agitatedly._] Wait there! don't come out, or make a noise--
QUEX.
What are you up to now?
SOPHY.
Stay here till I find out what's happened. Oh, I'll do what I can for you!
[_They enter the private room and she closes the door. Then she returns to the window, unfastens it, and retreats._ BASTLING _pushes open the window and comes in._
BASTLING.
[_Advancing to her excitedly._] Ah, Sophy! [_Looking round._] Any one about?
SOPHY.
[_Pointing to the left._] All my girls are in there. Where is she?
BASTLING.
Next door. She's sitting down, calming herself--having her cry out.
SOPHY.
Crying!
BASTLING.
She's all right--awfully happy. I told her I'd come and tell you.
SOPHY.
Tell me--!