LADY ORREYED.
[_To_ PAULA.] Do you hear that? That"s _his_ mother, but _my_ mother he won"t so much as look at!
SIR GEORGE.
I shall write to Bruton Street firs" thing in the morning.
LADY ORREYED.
[_To_ PAULA.] Mamma has stuck to me through everything--well, you know!
SIR GEORGE.
I"ll get ol" Aubrey to figure out a letter. I"ll drop line to Uncle Fitz too--dooced shame of the ol" feller to chuck me over in this manner. [_Wiping his eyes._] All my family have chucked me over.
LADY ORREYED.
[_Rising._] Dodo!
SIR GEORGE.
Jus" because I"ve married beneath me, to be chucked over! Aunt Lydia, the General, Hooky Whitgrave, Lady Sugnall--my own dear sister!--all turn their backs on me. It"s more than I can stan"!
LADY ORREYED.
[_Approaching him with dignity._] Sir George, wish Mrs. Tanqueray good-night at once and come upstairs. Do you hear me?
SIR GEORGE.
[_Rising angrily._] Wha"----
LADY ORREYED.
Be quiet!
SIR GEORGE.
You presoom to order me about!
LADY ORREYED.
You"re making an exhibition of yourself!
SIR GEORGE.
Look "ere----!
LADY ORREYED.
Come along, I tell you!
[_He hesitates, utters a few inarticulate sounds, then s.n.a.t.c.hes up a fragile ornament from the table, and is about to dash it on to the ground._ LADY ORREYED _retreats, and_ PAULA _goes to him._
PAULA.
George!
[_He replaces the ornament._
SIR GEORGE.
[_Shaking_ PAULA"S _hand._] Good ni", Mrs. Tanqueray.
LADY ORREYED.
[_To_ PAULA.] Good-night, darling. Wish Aubrey good-night for me.
Now, Dodo?
[_She goes out._
SIR GEORGE.
[_To_ PAULA.] I say, are you goin" to sit up for ol" Aubrey?
PAULA.
Yes.
SIR GEORGE.
Shall I keep you comp"ny?
PAULA.
No, thank you, George.
SIR GEORGE.
Sure?
PAULA.
Yes, sure.
SIR GEORGE.
[_Shaking hands._] Good-night again.
PAULA.