Aubrey.

Aubrey.

[Laying his hand on Drummle's shoulder.] You'd scarcely believe it, Jayne, but none of us really know anything about this lady, our gay young friend here, I suspect, least of all.

Drummle's

Drummle.

Drummle.

Aubrey, I applaud your chivalry.

Aubrey.

Aubrey.

And perhaps you'll let me finish a couple of letters which Frank and Jayne have given me leave to write. [Returning to the writing-table.] Ring for what you want, like a good fellow!

[Aubrey resumes his writing.

Aubrey

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[16]

Misquith.

Misquith.

[To Drummle.] Still, the fish and cutlet remain unexplained.

Drummle

Drummle.

Drummle.

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