Hospitable wretch! I've something important to tell you. No, stay where you are. [Turning from him, her face averted.] Look here, that was my dream, Aubrey; but the fire went out while I was dozing, and I woke up with a regular fit of the shivers. And the result of it all was that I ran upstairs and scribbled you a letter. Aubrey. Aubrey. Dear baby![47] [47] Paula. Paula. Remain where you are. [Taking a letter from her pocket.] This is it. I've given you an account of myself, furnished you with a list of my adventures since I—you know. [Weighing the letter in her hand.] I wonder if it would go for a penny. Most of it you're acquainted with; I've told you a good deal, haven't I? Aubrey. Aubrey. Oh, Paula! Paula. Paula. What I haven't told you I daresay you've heard from others. But in case they've omitted anything—the dears—it's all here. Aubrey. Aubrey. In Heaven's name, why must you talk like this to-night? Paula. Paula. It may save discussion by-and-by, don't you think? [Holding out the letter.] There you are.
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