In the hall at The Warren before Mrs. Cortelyon and a man-servant. Oh, it's so different from the Avenue de Friedland!
Ellean.
[Giving him her hand hastily.] Good-night, Hugh.
Hugh.
Is that all? We might be the merest acquaintances.
[He momentarily embraces her, but she releases herself.
Ellean.
It's when you're like this that you make me feel utterly miserable. [Throwing the rose from her angrily.] Oh!
Hugh.