Aubrey.
[Frowning.] Doesn't Captain Ardale know there's a lodge and a front door to this place? Never mind! What is your impression of him?
Paula.
Aubrey, do you recollect my bringing you a letter—a letter giving you an account of myself—to the Albany late one night—the night before we got married?
Aubrey.
A letter?
Paula.
You burnt it; don't you know?
Aubrey.