There you are! You never came into the billiard-room. Isn't it maddening—Cayley Drummle gives me sixty out of a hundred and beats me. I must be out of form, because I know I play remarkably well for a lady. Only last month—— [Paula rises.] Whatever is the matter with you, old girl?
Paula.
Why?
Lady Orreyed.
[Staring.] It's the light, I suppose. [Paula replaces the mirror on the table.] By Aubrey's bolting from the billiard-table in that fashion I thought perhaps——
Paula.
Yes; it's all right.
Lady Orreyed.
You've patched it up? [Paula nods.] Oh, I am jolly glad——! I mean——
Paula.