Part 42 (1/2)

HUGH.

The chances are a hundred to one against any one ever turning up who knew us when we were together. Besides, no one would be such a brute as to split on us. If anybody did do such a thing we should have to lie! What are we upsetting ourselves like this for, when we've simply got to hold our tongues?

PAULA.

You're as mad as I am!

HUGH.

Can you think of a better plan?

PAULA.

There's only one plan possible--let's come to our senses!--Mr.

Tanqueray must be told.

HUGH.

Your husband! What, and I lose Ellean! I lose Ellean!

PAULA.

You've got to lose her.

HUGH.

I won't lose her! I can't lose her!

PAULA.

Didn't I read of your doing any number of brave things in India?

Why, you seem to be an awful coward!

HUGH.

That's another sort of pluck altogether; I haven't this sort of pluck.

PAULA.

Oh, I don't ask _you_ to tell Mr. Tanqueray. That's my job.

HUGH.

[_Standing over her._] You--you--you'd better! You----!

PAULA.

[_Rising._] Don't bully me! I intend to.

HUGH.