The Second Mrs. Tanqueray: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

My dear Jayne, speaking in absolute confidence, I have never been more profoundly depressed in my life.

Morse enters.

Morse.

[Announcing] Mr. Drummle.

[Cayley Drummle enters briskly. He is a neat little man of about five-and-forty, in manner bright, airy, debonair, but with an undercurrent of seriousness.

[Morse retires.

Drummle.

I'm in disgrace; nobody realises that more thoroughly than I do. Where's my host?

Aubrey.

[Who has risen.] Cayley.