[Recovering herself.] Well, Cayley!
Drummle.
[Shaking hands with her cordially.] How are you? [Shaking hands with Ellean, who rises.] I saw you in the distance an hour ago, in the gorse near Stapleton's.
Ellean.
I didn't see you, Mr. Drummle.
Drummle.
My dear Ellean, it is my experience that no charming young lady of nineteen ever does see a man of forty-five. [Laughing.] Ha, Ha!
Ellean.
[Going to the door.] Paula, papa wishes me to drive down to the village with you this morning. Do you care to take me?
Paula.