Yes, yes—yes, yes.
Aubrey.
And your young people!
[As Misquith and Jayne put on their coats there is the clatter of careless talk.
Jayne.
Cayley, I meet you at dinner on Sunday.
Drummle.
At the Stratfields'. That's very pleasant.
Misquith.
[Putting on his coat with Aubrey's aid.] Ah-h!