Drummle.
You're wrong there; I know one——
Aubrey.
[Listening.] That's Paula's cart. Let's discuss this again.
Drummle.
[Going up to the window and looking out.] It isn't the dog-cart. [Turning to Aubrey.] I hope you'll forgive me, old chap.
Aubrey.
What for?
Drummle.
Whose wheels do you think have been cutting ruts in your immaculate drive?