What are you staring at? Don't you admire my cloak?
Aubrey.
Yes.
Paula.
Couldn't you wait till I'd gone before reading your letters?
Aubrey.
[Putting the letter away.] I beg your pardon.
Paula.
Take me downstairs to the carriage. [Slipping her arm through his.] How I tease you! To-morrow! I'm so happy!
[They go out.