A Servant enters.
Servant.
[To Aubrey.] Mrs. Cortelyon, sir.
Aubrey.
Mrs. Cortelyon! [After a short pause.] Very well. [The Servant withdraws.] What on earth is the meaning of this?
Drummle.
Ahem! While I've been our old friend's guest, Aubrey, we have very naturally talked a good deal about you and yours.
Aubrey.
Indeed, have you?
Drummle.