Hugh.
Hold our tongues.
Paula.
Eh?
[Staring vacantly.
Hugh.
The chances are a hundred to one against any one ever turning up who knew us when we were together. Besides, no one would be such a brute as to split on us. If anybody did do such a thing we should have to lie! What are we upsetting ourselves like this for, when we've simply got to hold our tongues?
Paula.
You're as mad as I am!
Hugh.