[She sits at the piano and rattles at a gay melody. Seeing that Paula's back is turned to them, Ellean goes to Aubrey and kisses him; he returns the kiss almost furtively. As they separate, the servants re-enter, and proceed to carry out the breakfast-table.
Aubrey.
[To Ellean.] I guess where you've been: there's some gorse clinging to your frock.
Ellean.
[Removing a sprig of gorse from her skirt.] Rover and I walked nearly as far as Black Moor. The poor fellow has a thorn in his pad; I am going upstairs for my tweezers.
Aubrey.
Ellean! [She returns to him.] Paula is a little depressed—out of sorts. She complains that she has no companion.
Ellean.
I am with Paula nearly all the day, papa.
Aubrey.