Ellean is coming back in a few minutes to be with you. [Bending over her.] Paula, Paula dear, is this how you keep your promise?
Paula.
Oh! [Rising impatiently and crossing swiftly to the settee, where she sits, moving restlessly.] I can't keep my promise; I am jealous; it won't be smothered. I see you looking at her, watching her; your voice drops when you speak to her. I know how fond you are of that girl, Aubrey.
Aubrey.
What would you have? I've no other home for her. She is my daughter.
Paula.
She is your saint. Saint Ellean!
Aubrey.
You have often told me how good and sweet you think her.
Paula.