[With mournful indistinctness.] I'm 'fraid we've lef' you a grea' deal to yourself to-night, Mrs. Tanqueray. Attra'tions of billiards. I apol'gise. I say, where's ol' Aubrey?
Paula.
My husband has been obliged to go out to a neighbour's house.
Sir George.
I want his advice on a rather pressing matter connected with my family—my family. [Sitting.] To-morrow will do just as well.
Lady Orreyed.
[To Paula.] This is the mood I hate so—drivelling about his precious family.
Sir George.
The fact is, Mrs. Tanqueray, I am not easy in my min' 'bout the way I am treatin' my poor ol' mother.
Lady Orreyed.