Oh, the poor old woman was so weak that I insisted upon her taking some food, and felt there was nothing for it but to sit down opposite her. The fool! the blackguard! Misquith. Misquith. Poor Orreyed! Well, he's gone under for a time. Drummle. Drummle. For a time! My dear Frank, I tell you he has absolutely ceased to be. [Aubrey, who has been writing busily, turns his head towards the speakers and listens. His lips are set, and there is a frown upon his face.] For all practical purposes you may regard him as the late George Orreyed. To-morrow the very characteristics of his speech, as we remember them, will have become obsolete. Aubrey Jayne. Jayne. But surely, in the course of years, he and his wife will outlive—— Drummle. Drummle. No, no, doctor, don't try to upset one of my settled[17] beliefs. You may dive into many waters, but there is one social Dead Sea——! [17] Jayne. Jayne. Perhaps you're right. Drummle. Drummle.
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