Drummle.
Well, well! [Laughing.] Ha, ha, ha!
Paula.
[Turning upon him.] I suppose it is amusing!
Drummle.
I beg pardon.
Paula.
Heaven knows I've little enough to brag about! I'm a bad lot, but not in mean tricks of this sort. In all my life this is the most caddish thing I've done. How am I to get rid of these letters—that's what I want to know? How am I to get rid of them?
Drummle.
If I were you I should take Aubrey aside and put them into his hands as soon as possible.