[Laying his hand on Drummle's shoulder.] You'd scarcely believe it, Jayne, but none of us really know anything about this lady, our gay young friend here, I suspect, least of all.
Drummle.
Aubrey, I applaud your chivalry.
Aubrey.
And perhaps you'll let me finish a couple of letters which Frank and Jayne have given me leave to write. [Returning to the writing-table.] Ring for what you want, like a good fellow!
[Aubrey resumes his writing.
Misquith.
[To Drummle.] Still, the fish and cutlet remain unexplained.
Drummle.