Paula.
Because I—because I'm jealous.
Ellean.
Jealous?
Paula.
Yes—of you. [Ellean is silent.] Well, what do you think of that?
Ellean.
I knew it; I've seen it. It hurts me dreadfully. What do you wish me to do? Go away?
Paula.
Leave us! [Beckoning her with a motion of the head.] Look here! [Ellean goes to Paula slowly and unresponsively.] You could cure me of my jealousy very easily. Why don't you—like me?