Paula—To be near the Count.
Philip—In Heaven's name! [Clasps his hands in horror.] When did you decide that?
Paula—Just now. . . . This very minute. [She is greatly excited.] Are you surprised?. . . For a whole year that Mrs. Juhasz has plagued me. . . . You saw her. . . . She treated me like a dog. . . . Tried her best to drive me away. And why do you suppose I was so patient? Why did I never answer back?
Philip—Miss Paula!
Paula—[Still more vehemently.] What did I endure it for? [Points to the door.] For my future, Mr. Philip, for my future . . . who just passed through that door . . . and rode off in his motor car. But I mean to follow him, Mr. Philip. Make no mistake about that. That old man has been staring at me for a year . . . ogling me . . . and I have been . . . slowly and carefully . . . playing my game. . . . You needn't look so horrified, Mr. Philip . . . a filthy little intrigue isn't what I was after . . . no . . . here I have sat . . . sighing away my youth . . . among a lot of motor coats bound for Paris and Ostend . . . pretty travelling veils soon to be worn in London . . . and Monte Carlo . . . out in the great, glittering world. . . . I want to live, too, Mr. Philip, to live, to live. . . . And now shall I give up all hope simply
