For some of my best friends to come up. [Aubrey utters a half-stifled exclamation of impatience; then he hurriedly gathers up his papers from the writing-table. The three men turn to him.] Eh?
Aubrey.
Oh, I—I'll finish my letters in the other room if you'll excuse me for five minutes. Tell Cayley the news.
[He goes out.
Drummle.
[Hurrying to the door.] My dear fellow, my jabbering has disturbed you! I'll never talk again as long as I live!
Misquith.
Close the door, Cayley.
[Drummle shuts the door.
Jayne.