VIRGINIA. I expect he preferred a proper night's rest, aunt.
MRS. MUNNING. Not he. But that's Paul all over. If he can't get the best he'll have none. Look at the engagement ring he gave you.
VIRGINIA. Yes. It's—an engagement ring.
MRS. MUNNING. Ah, but you're like myself, Jenny. You don't value things for their appearance, but for what they mean to you.
VIRGINIA (doubtfully, fingering the ring). Yes.
(Paul enters, with hat and coat on.)
PAUL. Good evening.
MRS. MUNNING. Why, you're sooner than I expected.
PAUL. Well, I've settled it. I've done my business. I've got them mother. How are you, Jenny? (Comes round and kisses her.)
MRS. MUNNING. Have you brought them with you, Paul?