Part 2 (2/2)

[CAYLEY DRUMMLE _enters briskly. He is a neat little man of about five-and-forty, in manner bright, airy, debonair, but with an undercurrent of seriousness._

[MORSE _retires._

DRUMMLE.

I'm in disgrace; n.o.body realises that more thoroughly than I do.

Where's my host?

AUBREY.

[_Who has risen._] Cayley.

DRUMMLE.

[_Shaking hands with him._] Don't speak to me till I have tendered my explanation. A harsh word from anybody would unman me.

[MISQUITH _and_ JAYNE _shake hands with_ DRUMMLE.

AUBREY.

Have you dined?

DRUMMLE.

No--unless you call a bit of fish, a cutlet, and a pancake dining.

AUBREY.

Cayley, this is disgraceful.

JAYNE.

Fish, a cutlet, and a pancake will require a great deal of explanation.

MISQUITH.

Especially the pancake. My dear friend, your case looks miserably weak.

DRUMMLE.

Hear me! hear me!

JAYNE.

Now then!

MISQUITH.

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