Misquith and Jayne.
Certainly—yes, yes.
Aubrey.
It might slip my memory when I get back.
[Aubrey sits at a writing-table at the other end of the room, and writes.
Jayne.
[To Misquith, in a whisper.] Frank—— [Misquith quietly leaves his chair and sits nearer to Jayne.] What is all this? Simply a morbid crank of Aubrey's with regard to ante-nuptial acquaintances?
Misquith.
H'm! Did you notice one expression he used?
Jayne.