A horrible mésalliance! A dairymaid who has given him a glass of milk during a day's hunting, or a little anæmic shopgirl! Frank, I'm utterly wretched! Misquith. Misquith. My dear Jayne, speaking in absolute confidence, I have never been more profoundly depressed in my life. Morse enters. Morse Morse. Morse. [Announcing] Mr. Drummle. [Cayley Drummle enters briskly. He is a neat little man of about five-and-forty, in manner bright, airy, debonair, but with an undercurrent of seriousness. Cayley Drummle [Morse retires. Morse Drummle. Drummle. I'm in disgrace; nobody realises that more thoroughly than I do. Where's my host?[11] [11] Aubrey. Aubrey. [Who has risen.] Cayley.
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