Didn't I read of your doing any number of brave things in India? Why, you seem to be an awful coward!
Hugh.
That's another sort of pluck altogether; I haven't this sort of pluck.
Paula.
Oh, I don't ask you to tell Mr. Tanqueray. That's my job.
Hugh.
[Standing over her.] You—you—you'd better! You——!
Paula.
[Rising.] Don't bully me! I intend to.
Hugh.