Paula. Paula. [Eating fruit.] I didn't care. As there was nothing to eat, I sat in my best frock, with my toes on the dining-room fender, and dreamt, oh, such a lovely dinner-party.[45] [45] Aubrey. Aubrey. Dear lonely little woman! Paula. Paula. It was perfect. I saw you at the end of a very long table, opposite me, and we exchanged sly glances now and again over the flowers. We were host and hostess, Aubrey, and had been married about five years. Aubrey. Aubrey. [Kissing her hand.] Five years. Paula. Paula. And on each side of us was the nicest set imaginable—you know, dearest, the sort of men and women that can't be imitated. Aubrey. Aubrey. Yes, yes. Eat some more fruit. Paula.
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