Paula.
[Glaring at her again.] Most fortunate.
Lady Orreyed.
A serious split with your husband without a pal on the premises—I should say, without a friend in the house—would be most unpleasant.
Paula.
[Turning to her abruptly.] This place must be horribly doleful for you and George just now. At least you ought to consider him before me. Why don't you leave me to my difficulties?
Lady Orreyed.
Oh, we're quite comfortable, dear, thank you—both of us. George and me are so wrapped up in each other, it doesn't matter where we are. I don't want to crow over you, old girl, but I've got a perfect husband.
[Sir George is now fast asleep, his head thrown back and his mouth open, looking hideous.
Paula.