The Second Mrs. Tanqueray: A Play in Four Acts
Drummle.

Drummle.

Now, I can quite understand a man wishing to be married in the dark, as it were.

Aubrey.

Aubrey.

You can?

Drummle.

Drummle.

In your place I should very likely adopt the same course.

Aubrey.

Aubrey.

You think so?

Drummle.

Drummle.

And if I intended marrying a lady not prominently in Society, as I presume you do—as I presume you do——

Aubrey.

Aubrey.

Well?

Drummle.

Drummle.


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