Paula.
His name was in that letter.
Aubrey.
[Going back from her slowly, and staring at her.] I don't understand.
Paula.
Well—Ardale and I once kept house together. [He remains silent, not moving.] Why don't you strike me? Hit me in the face—I'd rather you did! Hurt me! hurt me!
Aubrey.
[After a pause.] What did you—and this man—say to each other—just now?
Paula.
I—hardly—know.