[Slowly collecting herself.] One moment. I—I don't quite—— [To Mrs. Cortelyon.] You propose that Ellean leaves Highercoombe almost at once and remains with you some months?
Mrs. Cortelyon.
It would be a mercy to me. You can afford to be generous to a desolate old widow. Come, Mrs. Tanqueray, won't you spare her?
Paula.
Won't I spare her. [Suspiciously.] Have you mentioned your plan to Aubrey—before I came in?
Mrs. Cortelyon.
No, I had no opportunity.
Paula.
Nor to Ellean?
Mrs. Cortelyon.