[Coldly.] Oh, by all means. Pray tell Watts to balance the cart for three.
[Ellean goes out.
Drummle.
How's Aubrey?
Paula.
Very well—when Ellean's about the house.
Drummle.
And you? I needn't ask.
Paula.
[Walking away to the window.] Oh, a dog's life, my dear Cayley, mine.