Part 15 (2/2)

I beg your pardon; I was reading my letters. Have you seen Ellean this morning?

PAULA.

[_Coldly._] Your last observation but one was about Ellean.

AUBREY.

Dearest, what shall I talk about?

PAULA.

Ellean breakfasted two hours ago, Morgan tells me, and then went out walking with her dog.

AUBREY.

She wraps up warmly, I hope; this suns.h.i.+ne is deceptive.

PAULA.

I ran about the lawn last night, after dinner, in satin shoes. Were you anxious about me?

AUBREY.

Certainly.

PAULA.

[_Melting._] Really?

AUBREY.

You make me wretchedly anxious; you delight in doing incautious things. You are incurable.

PAULA.

Ah, what a beast I am! [_Going to him and kissing him, then glancing at the letters by his side._] A letter from Cayley?

AUBREY.

He is staying very near here, with Mrs.---- Very near here.

PAULA.

With the lady whose chimneys we have the honour of contemplating from our windows?

AUBREY.

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