[He looks at the letters again, then lays them aside on the table.
Aubrey.
[Gently.] Paula, dear, it doesn't matter.
Paula.
[After a short pause.] Why—why do you take it like this?
Aubrey.
What did you expect?
Paula.
Oh, but I suppose silent reproaches are really the severest. And then, naturally, you are itching to open your letters.
[She crosses the room as if to go.