Drummle.
[In a low voice] Mrs. Jarman! are you serious?
[He walks up to the fireplace, where he leans upon the mantelpiece uttering something like a groan.
Aubrey.
As you've got this out of me I give you leave to say all you care to say. Come, we'll be plain with each other. You know Mrs. Jarman?
Drummle.
I first met her at—what does it matter?
Aubrey.
Yes, yes, everything! Come!
Drummle.