Ellean.
[In an undertone to Mrs. Cortelyon.] Never mind. Not now, dear—not to-night.
Aubrey.
Eh?
Mrs. Cortelyon.
[To Ellean aloud.] Child, run away and take your things off. She doesn't look as if she'd journeyed from Paris to-day.
Aubrey.
I've never seen her with such a colour.
[Taking Ellean's hands.
Ellean.