Yaas—Birdie.
Paula.
Rippin'?
Sir George.
Yaas.
Paula.
Quite—quite rippin'.
[He moves round to the settee. Paula watches him with distaste, then rises and walks away. Sir George falls asleep on the settee.
Lady Orreyed.
Paula love, I fancied you and Aubrey were a little more friendly at dinner. You haven't made it up, have you?