[With assumed gaiety.] All the difference? I should think so! [To Ellean, laying his hand upon her head, tenderly.] And you are quite certain you wish to see what the world is like on the other side of Black Moor?
Ellean.
If you are willing, papa, I am quite certain.
Aubrey.
[Looking at Paula irresolutely, then speaking with an effort.] Then I—I am willing.
Paula.
[Rising and striking the table lightly with her clenched hand.] That decides it! [There is a general movement. Excitedly to Mrs. Cortelyon, who advances towards her.] When do you want her?
Mrs. Cortelyon.
We go to town this afternoon at five o'clock, and sleep to-night at Bayliss's. There is barely time for her to make her preparations.
Paula.