Part 16 (2/2)

PAULA.

Oh! Oh, I am so bored, Aubrey!

AUBREY.

[_Gathering up his letters and going to her, leaning over her shoulder._] Baby, what can I do for you?

PAULA.

I suppose, nothing. You have done all you can for me.

AUBREY.

What do you mean?

PAULA.

You have married me.

[_He walks away from her thoughtfully, to the writing-table.

As he places his letters on the table he sees an addressed letter, stamped for the post, lying on the blotting-book; he picks it up._

AUBREY.

[_In an altered tone._] You've been writing this Morning before breakfast?

PAULA.

[_Looking at him quickly, then away again._] Er--that letter.

AUBREY.

[_With the letter in his hand._] To Lady Orreyed. Why?

PAULA.

Why not? Mabel's an old friend of mine.

AUBREY.

Are you--corresponding?

PAULA.

I heard from her yesterday. They've just returned from the Riviera.

She seems happy.

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