Part 20 (1/2)

_A_ SERVANT _enters._

SERVANT.

Mr. Drummle, ma'am.

CAYLEY DRUMMLE, _in riding dress, enters briskly._

_The_ SERVANT _retires._

PAULA.

[_Recovering herself._] Well, Cayley!

DRUMMLE.

[_Shaking hands with her cordially._] How are you? [_Shaking hands with_ ELLEAN, _who rises._] I saw you in the distance an hour ago, in the gorse near Stapleton's.

ELLEAN.

I didn't see you, Mr. Drummle.

DRUMMLE.

My dear Ellean, it is my experience that no charming young lady of nineteen ever does see a man of forty-five. [_Laughing._] Ha, Ha!

ELLEAN.

[_Going to the door._] Paula, papa wishes me to drive down to the village with you this morning. Do you care to take me?

PAULA.

[_Coldly._] Oh, by all means. Pray tell Watts to balance the cart for three.

[ELLEAN _goes out._

DRUMMLE.

How's Aubrey?

PAULA.

Very well--when Ellean's about the house.

DRUMMLE.

And you? I needn't ask.

PAULA.

[_Walking away to the window._] Oh, a dog's life, my dear Cayley, mine.