Part 29 (2/2)

[_To_ DRUMMLE. ] You can see her face in that mirror. Poor girl, how ill and wretched she looks.

DRUMMLE.

When are the Orreyeds going?

AUBREY.

Heaven knows!

[_Entering the room._

DRUMMLE.

But _you're_ entertaining them; what's it to do with Heaven?

[_Following_ AUBREY.

AUBREY.

Do you know, Cayley, that even the Orreyeds serve a useful purpose?

My wife actually speaks to me before our guests--think of that! I've come to rejoice at the presence of the Orreyeds!

DRUMMLE.

I daresay; we're taught that beetles are sent for a benign end.

AUBREY.

Cayley, talk to Paula again to-night.

DRUMMLE.

Certainly, if I get the chance.

AUBREY.

Let's contrive it. George is asleep; perhaps I can get that doll out of the way. [_As they advance into the room,_ PAULA _abruptly ceases playing and finds interest in a volume of music._ SIR GEORGE _is now nodding and snoring apoplectically._] Lady Orreyed, whenever you feel inclined for a game of billiards I'm at your service.

LADY ORREYED.

[_Jumping up._] Charmed, I'm sure! I really thought you'd forgotten poor little me. Oh, look at Dodo!

AUBREY.

No, no, don't wake him; he's tired.

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