As I presume you do, I'm not sure that I should tender her for preliminary dissection at afternoon tea-tables.[32] [32] Aubrey. Aubrey. No? Drummle. Drummle. In fact, there is probably only one person—were I in your position to-night—with whom I should care to chat the matter over. Aubrey. Aubrey. Who's that? Drummle. Drummle. Yourself, of course. [Going to Aubrey and standing beside him.] Of course, yourself, old friend. Aubrey Aubrey. Aubrey. [After a pause.] I must seem a brute to you, Cayley. But there are some acts which are hard to explain, hard to defend—— Drummle. Drummle.
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