What do you mean?
Paula.
You have married me.
[He walks away from her thoughtfully, to the writing-table. As he places his letters on the table he sees an addressed letter, stamped for the post, lying on the blotting-book; he picks it up.
Aubrey.
[In an altered tone.] You've been writing this Morning before breakfast?
Paula.
[Looking at him quickly, then away again.] Er—that letter.
Aubrey.
[With the letter in his hand.] To Lady Orreyed. Why?