Hugh.
[After a short pause, sullenly.] Nothing. I'd shoot myself—that's nothing. Good-night.
Paula.
Good-night.
[He disappears. She walks unsteadily to the ottoman, and sits; and as she does so her hand falls upon the little silver mirror, which she takes up, staring at her own reflection.
THE FOURTH ACT
The Drawing room at "Highercoombe," the same evening.
Paula is still seated on the ottoman, looking vacantly before her, with the little mirror in her hand. Lady Orreyed enters.
Lady Orreyed.