Morse.
[Hesitatingly.] Gunter's cook and waiter have gone, sir. Would you prefer me to go to bed?
Aubrey.
[Frowning.] Certainly not.
Morse.
Very well, sir.
[He goes out.
Aubrey.
[Opening the upper door] Paula! Paula!
Paula enters and throws her arms round his neck. She is a young woman of about twenty-seven: beautiful, fresh, innocent-looking. She is in superb evening dress.