Lady Orreyed.
Why, dear, I must hang about for Dodo. You may as well know it; he's in one of his moods.
Paula.
[Under her breath.] Oh——!
Lady Orreyed.
Now, it's not his fault; it was deadly dull for him while we were playing billiards. Cayley Drummle did ask him to mark, but I stopped that; it's so easy to make a gentleman look like a billiard-marker. This is just how it always is; if poor old Dodo has nothing to do, he loses count, as you may say.
Paula.
Hark!
Sir George Orreyed enters, walking slowly and deliberately; he looks pale and watery-eyed.
Sir George.