Paula.
Well, when do you go to London?
Ellean.
I don't think I go to London, after all.
Paula.
[Eagerly.] You—you've quarrelled with her?
Ellean.
No, no, no, not that; but—Paula! [In an altered tone.] Paula.
Paula.
[Startled.] Eh? [Ellean goes deliberately to Paula and kisses her.] Ellean!