You will always toot the horn? (Reprovingly) Think of the danger to others.
Randolph
Foolish girl! There’s no danger about here.
Paula
No; of course not. (Goes to him.) Good night.
Randolph
Dear, dear girl. (Looking at her.) It’s good to have such a daughter.
Paula
And such a father. (They kiss; the telephone rings.) Oh, let me. (She goes to phone.) Good evening, Mrs. Sabine. (Randolph starts a bit, unnoticed.) I thought you were ill. Mr. Sabine was telling father. I believe he’s in the library. Father will take the message: he’s here. Do take care of yourself: just think what Mr. Sabine would do if you were ill. Good night.
(She hands receiver to father, who half pauses, thinking she will leave the room; but she lingers over her book.)