[To Peggy.] Be quiet. [To Tyler.] I'll come down.
MALLORY.
[Outside.] Queckett!
QUECKETT.
Yes, Jack! [Jack Mallory enters. He is a good-looking, jovial fellow of about thirty-six, with a bronzed face. He is in evening dress and overcoat. Tyler goes out.]
MALLORY.
[Shaking hands heartily with Queckett.] Ah, Queckett—dear old chap—well, I am glad to see you.
QUECKETT.
How are you, Jack?