Aubrey.
Angry?—no.
Ellean.
Disappointed?
Aubrey.
[Smiling and going to her and taking her hand.] If so, it's only because you've shaken my belief in my discernment. I thought you took after your poor mother a little, Ellean; but there's a look on your face to-night, dear, that I never saw on hers—never, never.
Ellean.
[Leaning her head on his shoulder.] Perhaps I ought not to have gone away?
Aubrey.
Hush! You're quite happy?