Part 20 (2/2)

DRUMMLE.

Eh?

PAULA.

Doesn't that define a happy marriage? I'm sleek, well-kept, well-fed, never without a bone to gnaw and fresh straw to lie upon.

[_Gazing out of the window._] Oh, dear me!

DRUMMLE.

H'm! Well, I heartily congratulate you on your kennel. The view from the terrace here is superb.

PAULA.

Yes, I can see London.

DRUMMLE.

London! Not quite so far, surely?

PAULA.

_I_ can. Also the Mediterranean, on a fine day. I wonder what Algiers looks like this morning from the sea! [_Impulsively._] Oh, Cayley, do you remember those jolly times on board Peter Jarman's yacht when we lay off----? [_Stopping suddenly, seeing_ DRUMMLE _staring at her._] Good gracious! What are we talking about!

AUBREY _enters._

AUBREY.

[_To Drummle._] Dear old chap! Has Paula asked you?

PAULA.

Not yet.

AUBREY.

We want you to come to us, now that you're leaving Mrs.

Cortelyon--at once, to-day. Stay a month, as long as you please--eh, Paula?

PAULA.

As long as you can possibly endure it--do, Cayley.

DRUMMLE.

[_Looking at Aubrey._] Delighted. [_To Paula._] Charming of you to have me.

<script>