[Glancing at Sir George.] So you've given me to understand.
Lady Orreyed.
Not that we don't have our little differences. Why, we fell out only this very morning. You remember the diamond and ruby tiara Charley Prestwick gave poor dear Connie Tirlemont years ago, don't you?
Paula.
No, I do not.
Lady Orreyed.
No? Well, it's in the market. Benjamin of Piccadilly has got it in his shop-window, and I've set my heart on it.
Paula.
You consider it quite necessary?
Lady Orreyed.