Drummle. [Gaily.] Ah, ha! Good-night! [Bustling to the door.] Don't bother! I'll let myself out! Good-night! God bless yer! [He goes out; Aubrey follows him. Morse enters by the other door, carrying some unopened letters which after a little consideration he places on the mantelpiece against the clock. Aubrey returns. Aubrey Morse Aubrey Aubrey. Aubrey. Yes? Morse. Morse. You hadn't seen your letters that came by the nine o'clock post, sir; I've put 'em where they'll catch your eye by-and-by. Aubrey. Aubrey. Thank you. Morse. Morse. [Hesitatingly.] Gunter's cook and waiter have gone, sir. Would you prefer me to go to bed?[42] [42] Aubrey.
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