Part 27 (2/2)

[_Opening her eyes._] Well, I never! I dropped off! [_Feeling her hair._] Just fancy! Where are the men?

PAULA.

[_Icily._] Outside, smoking.

_A_ SERVANT _enters with coffee, which he hands to_ LADY ORREYED. SIR GEORGE ORREYED _comes in by the window. He is a man of about thirty-five, with a low forehead, a receding chin, a vacuous expression, and an ominous redness about the nose._

LADY ORREYED.

[_Taking coffee._] Here's Dodo.

SIR GEORGE.

I say, the flies under the verandah make you swear. [_The_ SERVANT _hands coffee to_ PAULA, _who declines it, then to_ SIR GEORGE, _who takes a cup._] Hi! wait a bit! [_He looks at the tray searchingly, then puts back his cup._] Never mind. [_Quietly to_ LADY ORREYED.] I say, they're dooced sparin' with their liqueur, ain't they?

[_The_ SERVANT _goes out at window._

PAULA.

[_To_ SIR GEORGE.] Won't you take coffee, George?

SIR GEORGE.

No, thanks. It's gettin' near time for a whisky and pota.s.s.

[_Approaching_ PAULA, _regarding_ LADY ORREYED _admiringly._] I say, Birdie looks rippin' to-night, don't she?

PAULA.

Your wife?

SIR GEORGE.

Yaas--Birdie.

PAULA.

Rippin'?

SIR GEORGE.

Yaas.

PAULA.

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