PAUL. I'll show you. Let me get my coat off.
MRS. MUNNING. The roses, I mean.
PAUL (blankly). Oh the roses.
MRS. MUNNING (quickly). They'll be sending them, I suppose.
PAUL. Well——
VIRGINIA. I'm just going upstairs.
MRS. MUNNING. You needn't run away from him the moment he comes back.
VIRGINIA. No. But I shan't be going out for a walk to-night, aunt. I'll take my hat off. (Exit Virginia.)
MRS. MUNNING. Have you no sense at all? Couldn't you tell her the roses were coming?
PAUL. They're not.