Jayne. If Frank will. Misquith. Misquith. By all means. Aubrey. Aubrey. It's a cold night. [The door is closed. Drummle remains standing with his coat on his arm and his hat in his hand. Drummle Drummle. Drummle. [To himself, thoughtfully.] Now then! What the devil——! [Aubrey returns. Aubrey Aubrey. Aubrey. [Eyeing Drummle a little awkwardly.] Well, Cayley? Drummle Drummle.
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