[Looking at his watch.] A quarter to eleven—horrible! [Taking up his hat and coat.] Must get to bed—up late every night this week. [Aubrey assists Drummle with his coat.] Thank you. Well, good-night, Aubrey. I feel I've been dooced serious, quite out of keeping with myself; pray overlook it. Aubrey Drummle Aubrey. Aubrey. [Kindly.] Ah, Cayley! Drummle. Drummle. [Putting on a neck-handkerchief.] And remember that, after all, I'm merely a spectator in life; nothing more than a man at a play, in fact; only, like the old-fashioned playgoer, I love to see certain characters happy and comfortable at the finish. You understand? Aubrey. Aubrey. I think I do.[41] [41] Drummle. Drummle. Then, for as long as you can, old friend, will you—keep a stall for me? Aubrey. Aubrey. Yes, Cayley. Drummle.
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