Paula.
Well, although we had been married only such a few years, I seemed to know by the look on their faces that none of our guests had ever heard anything—anything—anything peculiar about the fascinating hostess.
Aubrey.
That's just how it will be, Paula. The world moves so quickly. That's just how it will be.
Paula.
[With a little grimace.] I wonder! [Glancing at the fire.] Ugh! do throw another log on.
Aubrey.
[Mending the fire.] There. But you mustn't be here long.
Paula.
Hospitable wretch! I've something important to tell you. No, stay where you are. [Turning from him, her face averted.] Look here, that was my dream, Aubrey; but the fire went out while I was dozing, and I woke up with a regular fit of the shivers. And the result of it all was that I ran upstairs and scribbled you a letter.