Aubrey. Aubrey. I have put you to the pain of telling it to show you that this is not the case of a blind man entrapped by an artful woman. Let me add that Mrs. Jarman has no legal right to that name, that she is simply Miss Ray—Miss Paula Ray. Drummle. Drummle. [After a pause.] I should like to express my regret, Aubrey, for the way in which I spoke of George Orreyed's marriage. Aubrey. Aubrey. You mean you compare Lady Orreyed with Miss Ray? [Drummle is silent.] Oh, of course! To you, Cayley, all women who have been roughly treated, and who dare to survive by borrowing a little of our philosophy, are alike. You see in the crowd of the Ill-used only one pattern; you can't detect the shades of goodness, intelligence, even nobility there.[37] Well, how should you? The crowd is dimly lighted! And, besides, yours is the way of the world. Drummle [37] Drummle. Drummle. My dear Aubrey, I live in the world. Aubrey. Aubrey. The name we give our little parish of St. James's. Drummle.
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