Jayne. By all means. Drummle. Drummle. All right. [Anxiously.] Deuce take it, the man's second marriage mustn't be another mistake! [With his head bent he walks up to the fireplace. Jayne. Jayne. You knew him in his short married life, Cayley. Terribly unsatisfactory, wasn't it?[22] [22] Drummle. Drummle. Well—— [Looking at the door.] I quite closed that door? Misquith. Misquith. Yes. [Settles himself on the sofa; Jayne is seated in an armchair. Jayne Drummle. Drummle.
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