Aubrey

Aubrey

Misquith.

Misquith.

Aubrey, it is a pleasant yet dreadful fact to contemplate, but it's nearly fifteen years since I first dined with you. You lodged in Piccadilly in those days, over a hat-shop. Jayne, I met you at that dinner, and Cayley Drummle.

Jayne.

Jayne.

Yes, yes. What a pity it is that Cayley isn't here to-night.

Aubrey.

Aubrey.

Confound the old gossip! His empty chair has been staring us in the face all through dinner. I ought to have told Morse to take it away.

Misquith.

Misquith.

Odd, his sending no excuse.[3]

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Aubrey.

Aubrey.

I'll walk round to his lodgings later on and ask after him.

Misquith.

Misquith.

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