Paula.
Ellean! [Taking hold of her.] You're not in love!
[Ellean looks at Paula appealingly.
Paula.
Oh! You in love! You! Oh, this is why you've come home! Of course, you can make friends with me now! You'll leave us for good soon, I suppose; so it doesn't much matter being civil to me for a little while!
Ellean.
Oh, Paula!
Paula.
Why, how you have deceived us—all of us! We've taken you for a cold-blooded little saint. The fools you've made of us! Saint Ellean! Saint Ellean!
Ellean.