Let's contrive it. George is asleep; perhaps I can get that doll out of the way. [As they advance into the room, Paula abruptly ceases playing and finds interest in a volume of music. Sir George is now nodding and snoring apoplectically.] Lady Orreyed, whenever you feel inclined for a game of billiards I'm at your service.
Lady Orreyed.
[Jumping up.] Charmed, I'm sure! I really thought you'd forgotten poor little me. Oh, look at Dodo!
Aubrey.
No, no, don't wake him; he's tired.
Lady Orreyed.
I must, he looks so plain. [Rousing Sir George.] Dodo! Dodo!
Sir George.
[Stupidly.] 'Ullo!
Lady Orreyed.