Drummle.
To defend——?
Aubrey.
Some acts which one must trust to time to put right.
[Drummle watches him for a moment, then takes up his hat and coat.
Drummle.
Aubrey.
Cayley! Confound you and your old friendship! Do you think I forget it? Put your coat down! Why did you stay behind here? Cayley, the lady I am going to marry is the lady—who is known as—Mrs. Jarman.
[There is a pause.