As long as you can possibly endure it—do, Cayley.

Drummle.

[Looking at Aubrey.] Delighted. [To Paula.] Charming of you to have me.

Paula.

My dear man, you're a blessing. I must telegraph to London for more fish! A strange appetite to cater for! Something to do, to do, to do!

[She goes out in a mood of almost childish delight.

Drummle.

[Eyeing Aubrey.] Well?

Aubrey.

[With a wearied, anxious look.] Well, Cayley?