Well, my dear Aubrey, I earnestly hope——
Aubrey.
I know what you're going to say, Frank. I hope so, too. In the meantime let's face dangers. I've reminded you of the usual course of things, but my marriage isn't even the conventional sort of marriage likely to satisfy society. Now, Cayley's a bachelor, but you two men have wives. By-the-bye, my love to Mrs. Misquith and to Mrs. Jayne when you get home—don't forget that. Well, your wives may not—like—the lady I'm going to marry.
Jayne.
Aubrey, forgive me for suggesting that the lady you are going to marry may not like our wives—mine at least; I beg your pardon, Frank.
Aubrey.
Quite so; then I must go the way my wife goes.
Misquith.
Come, come, pray don't let us anticipate that either side will be called upon to make such a sacrifice.
Aubrey.