For which dinner—the fish and cutlet? Drummle. Drummle. For this dinner, of course—really, Frank! At a quarter to eight, in fact, I found myself trimming my nails, with ten minutes to spare. Just then enter my man with a note—would I hasten, as fast as cab could carry me, to old Lady Orreyed in Bruton Street?—"sad trouble." Now, recollect, please, I had ten minutes on my hands, old Lady Orreyed was a very dear friend of my mother's, and was in some distress. Aubrey. Aubrey. Cayley, come to the fish and cutlet?[13] [13] Misquith and Jayne. Misquith Jayne Yes, yes, and the pancake! Drummle. Drummle. Upon my word! Well, the scene in Bruton Street beggars description; the women servants looked scared, the men drunk; and there was poor old Lady Orreyed on the floor of her boudoir like Queen Bess among her pillows. Aubrey. Aubrey. What's the matter? Drummle. Drummle.
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