Right! Good God! I wish you could prove me otherwise! Why, for years I've been sitting, and watching and waiting. Misquith. Misquith. You're in form to-night, Cayley. May we ask where you've been in the habit of squandering your useful leisure? Drummle. Drummle. Where? On the shore of that same sea. Misquith. Misquith. And, pray, what have you been waiting for? Drummle. Drummle. For some of my best friends to come up. [Aubrey utters a half-stifled exclamation of impatience; then he hurriedly gathers up his papers from the writing-table. The three men turn to him.] Eh?[18] Aubrey [18] Aubrey. Aubrey. Oh, I—I'll finish my letters in the other room if you'll excuse me for five minutes. Tell Cayley the news. [He goes out. Drummle.
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