Jayne.

Jayne.

[Raising his coffee-cup.] Then, in an old-fashioned way, I propose a toast. Aubrey, Frank, I give you "The Next Chapter!"

[They drink the toast, saying, "The Next Chapter!"

Aubrey.

Aubrey.

Doctor, find a comfortable chair; Frank, you too.[9] As we're going to turn out by-and-by, let me scribble a couple of notes now while I think of them.

[9]

Misquith and Jayne.

Misquith

Jayne.

Certainly—yes, yes.

Aubrey.

Aubrey.

It might slip my memory when I get back.

[Aubrey sits at a writing-table at the other end of the room, and writes.

Aubrey

Jayne.

Jayne.

[To Misquith, in a whisper.] Frank—— [Misquith quietly leaves his chair and sits nearer to Jayne.] What is all this? Simply a morbid crank of Aubrey's with regard to ante-nuptial acquaintances?

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