Drummle. Well, Aubrey? [Aubrey walks up to the fire and stands looking into it. Aubrey Aubrey. Aubrey. You're not going, old chap? Drummle. Drummle. [Sitting.] No. Aubrey. Aubrey. [After a slight pause, with a forced laugh.] Hah![31] Cayley, I never thought I should feel—shy—with you. [31] Drummle. Drummle. Why do you? Aubrey. Aubrey. Never mind.
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