Part 8 (1/2)

A cigar, Frank?

MISQUITH.

No, thank you.

AUBREY.

Going to walk, doctor?

JAYNE.

If Frank will.

MISQUITH.

By all means.

AUBREY.

It's a cold night.

[_The door is closed._ DRUMMLE _remains standing with his coat on his arm and his hat in his hand._

DRUMMLE.

[_To himself, thoughtfully._] Now then! What the devil----!

[AUBREY _returns._

AUBREY.

[_Eyeing_ DRUMMLE _a little awkwardly._] Well, Cayley?

DRUMMLE.

Well, Aubrey?

[AUBREY _walks up to the fire and stands looking into it._

AUBREY.

You're not going, old chap?

DRUMMLE.

[_Sitting._] No.

AUBREY.

[_After a slight pause, with a forced laugh._] Hah! Cayley, I never thought I should feel--shy--with you.