Morse. Morse. [Hesitatingly.] May I speak to you, Sir? [In an undertone.] Mrs. Jarman, sir. Aubrey. Aubrey. [Softly to Morse.] Mrs. Jarman! Do you mean she is at the lodge in her carriage? Morse Morse. Morse. No, sir—here. [Aubrey looks towards Drummle, perplexed.] There's a nice fire in your—in that room,[40] sir. [Glancing in the direction of the door leading to the bedroom.] Aubrey Drummle [40] Aubrey. Aubrey. [Between his teeth, angrily.] Very well. [Morse retires. Morse Drummle. Drummle.
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