Aubrey. Aubrey. But now, now, life will be different to you, won't it—quite different? Eh, dear? Paula. Paula. Oh yes, now. Only, Aubrey, mind you keep me always happy. Aubrey. Aubrey. I will try to. Paula. Paula. I know I couldn't swallow a second big dose of[52] misery. I know that if ever I felt wretched again—truly wretched—I should take a leaf out of Connie Tirlemont's book. You remember? They found her—— [With a look of horror.] [52] Aubrey. Aubrey. For God's sake, don't let your thoughts run on such things! Paula. Paula. [Laughing.] Ha, ha, how scared you look! There, think of the time! Dearest, what will my coachman say! My cloak! [She runs off, gaily, by the upper door. Aubrey looks after her for a moment, then he walks up to the fire and stands warming his feet at the bars. As he does so he raises his head and observes the letters upon the mantelpiece. He takes one down quickly.
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