[With a slight shrug of the shoulders.] Some time last year I was asked by a man to sup at his house, one night after the theatre. Aubrey. Aubrey. Mr. Selwyn Ethurst—a bachelor.[35] [35] Drummle. Drummle. Yes. Aubrey. Aubrey. You were surprised therefore to find Mr. Ethurst aided in his cursed hospitality by a lady. Drummle. Drummle. I was unprepared. Aubrey. Aubrey. The lady you had known as Mrs. Dartry? [Drummle inclines his head silently.] There is something of a yachting cruise in the Mediterranean too, is there not? Drummle Drummle. Drummle.
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