Aubrey.
There's an end of it. [Returning to her.] What's the matter?
Paula.
[Rising, coldly.] Oh, nothing! I'll go and put my cloak on.
Aubrey.
[Detaining her.] What is the matter?
Paula.
Well, I think you might have said, "You're very generous, Paula," or at least, "Thank you, dear," when I offered to set you free.
Aubrey.
[Catching her in his arms.] Ah!