Aubrey.
Paula—Paula dear. [Hesitatingly.] My dear Mrs. Cortelyon, this is wonderfully kind of you; I am really at a loss to—eh, Cayley?
Drummle.
[Watching Paula apprehensively.] Kind! Now I must say I don't think so! I begged Alice to take me to Paris, and she declined. I am thrown over for Ellean! Ha! ha!
Mrs. Cortelyon.
[Laughing.] What nonsense you talk, Cayley!
[The laughter dies out. Paula remains quite still.
Aubrey.
Paula dear.
Paula.