Part 5 (2/2)

Most modestly.

DRUMMLE.

Aubrey's--not--a very--young man.

JAYNE.

Forty-three.

DRUMMLE.

Ah! _L'age critique!_

MISQUITH.

A dangerous age--yes, yes.

DRUMMLE.

When you two fellows go home, do you mind leaving me behind here?

MISQUITH.

Not at all.

JAYNE.

By all means.

DRUMMLE.

All right. [_Anxiously._] Deuce take it, the man's second marriage mustn't be another mistake!

[_With his head bent he walks up to the fireplace._

JAYNE.

You knew him in his short married life, Cayley. Terribly unsatisfactory, wasn't it?

DRUMMLE.

Well---- [_Looking at the door._] I quite closed that door?

MISQUITH.

Yes.

[_Settles himself on the sofa_; JAYNE _is seated in an armchair._

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