Well!
Drummle.
It so happens that to-night I was exceptionally early in dressing for dinner.
Misquith.
For which dinner—the fish and cutlet?
Drummle.
For this dinner, of course—really, Frank! At a quarter to eight, in fact, I found myself trimming my nails, with ten minutes to spare. Just then enter my man with a note—would I hasten, as fast as cab could carry me, to old Lady Orreyed in Bruton Street?—"sad trouble." Now, recollect, please, I had ten minutes on my hands, old Lady Orreyed was a very dear friend of my mother's, and was in some distress.
Aubrey.
Cayley, come to the fish and cutlet?
Misquith and Jayne.