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.