Drummle.

[Hurrying to the door.] My dear fellow, my jabbering has disturbed you! I'll never talk again as long as I live!

Misquith.

Misquith.

Close the door, Cayley.

[Drummle shuts the door.

Drummle

Jayne.

Jayne.

Cayley——

Drummle.

Drummle.

[Advancing to the dinner table.] A smoke, a smoke, or I perish!

[Selects a cigar from the little cabinet.

Jayne.

Jayne.

Cayley, marriages are in the air.

Drummle.

Drummle.

Are they? Discover the bacillus, doctor, and destroy it.

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