Aubrey.
In the meantime you will tear up your letter to Lady Orreyed, won't you?
Paula.
[Kissing his hand.] Of course I will—anything!
Aubrey.
Ah, thank you, dearest! [Laughing.] Why, good gracious!—ha, ha!—just imagine "Saint Ellean" and that woman side by side!
Paula.
[Going back with a cry.] Ah!
Aubrey.