Mrs. Cortelyon.

I've gone through it, for the sake of Aubrey and his child, but I—I feel a hundred. Is that a mad-woman?

Drummle.

Of course; all jealous women are mad.

[He goes out with Aubrey.

Mrs. Cortelyon.

[Hesitatingly, to Paula.] Good-bye, Mrs. Tanqueray.

[Paula inclines her head with the slightest possible movement, then resumes her former position. Ellean comes from the hall and takes Mrs. Cortelyon out of the room. After a brief silence, Paula turns with a fierce cry, and hurriedly takes off her coat and hat, and tosses them upon the settee.

Paula.