You're making an exhibition of yourself!
Sir George.
Lady Orreyed.
Come along, I tell you!
[He hesitates, utters a few inarticulate sounds, then snatches up a fragile ornament from the table, and is about to dash it on to the ground. Lady Orreyed retreats, and Paula goes to him.
Paula.
George!
[He replaces the ornament.
Sir George.