Drummle.
But why not? I've every qualification—well, almost. And I confess it would have given this withered bosom a throb of grandmotherly satisfaction if I could have seen you and Aubrey at peace before I take my leave to-morrow.
Paula.
To-morrow, Cayley!
Drummle.
I must.
Paula.
Oh, this house is becoming unendurable.
Drummle.
You're very kind. But you've got the Orreyeds.