Paula.
[Suspiciously.] Men?
Aubrey.
Men.
Paula.
[Penitently.] Ah! [Sitting at the table.] I'm so hungry.
Aubrey.
Let me get you some game pie, or some——
Paula.
No, no, hungry for this. What beautiful fruit! I love fruit when it's expensive. [He clears a space on the table, places a plate before her, and helps her to fruit.] I haven't dined, Aubrey dear.