Part 41 (1/2)

Not about me. How long were we----?

PAULA.

I don't remember, exactly.

HUGH.

Do you--do you think it matters?

PAULA.

His--his daughter. [_With a muttered exclamation he turns away and sits with his head in his hands._] What's to be done?

HUGH.

I wish I could think.

PAULA.

Oh! Oh! What happened to that flat of ours in Ethelbert Street?

HUGH.

I let it.

PAULA.

All that pretty furniture?

HUGH.

Sold it.

PAULA.

I came across the key of the escritoire the other day in an old purse! [_Suddenly realising the horror and hopelessness of her position, and starting to her feet with an hysterical cry of rage._]

What am I maundering about?

HUGH.

For G.o.d's sake, be quiet! Do let me think.

PAULA.

This will send me mad! [_Suddenly turning and standing over him._]

You--you beast, to crop up in my life again like this!

HUGH.

I always treated you fairly.