Drummle. Drummle. Surp——! I haven't been surprised for twenty years. Aubrey. Aubrey. And you're not angry with me? Drummle. Drummle. Angry! [Rising.] Because you considerately withhold[27] the name of a lady with whom it is now the object of my life to become acquainted? My dear fellow, you pique my curiosity, you give zest to my existence! And as for a wedding, who on earth wants to attend that familiar and probably draughty function? Ugh! My cigar's out. [27] Aubrey. Aubrey. Let's talk about something else. Misquith. Misquith. [Looking at his watch.] Not to-night, Aubrey. Aubrey. Aubrey. My dear Frank! Misquith.
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