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.