[To Paula.] Do you hear that? That's his mother, but my mother he won't so much as look at!
Sir George.
I shall write to Bruton Street firs' thing in the morning.
Lady Orreyed.
[To Paula.] Mamma has stuck to me through everything—well, you know!
Sir George.
I'll get ol' Aubrey to figure out a letter. I'll drop line to Uncle Fitz too—dooced shame of the ol' feller to chuck me over in this manner. [Wiping his eyes.] All my family have chucked me over.
Lady Orreyed.
[Rising.] Dodo!
Sir George.