Aubrey.
No?
Drummle.
In fact, there is probably only one person—were I in your position to-night—with whom I should care to chat the matter over.
Aubrey.
Who's that?
Drummle.
Yourself, of course. [Going to Aubrey and standing beside him.] Of course, yourself, old friend.
Aubrey.
[After a pause.] I must seem a brute to you, Cayley. But there are some acts which are hard to explain, hard to defend——