[Queckett turns to assist Saunders who, mounted on a chair, is struggling ineffectually to relieve Rankling of his overcoat.]
RANKLING.
Thank ye—bits o' boys, bits o' boys.
MALLORY.
[To himself.] There's a wild look about poor Queckett I don't like. It's his lonely bachelor life, I suppose. Curious place too—he used to be such a swell in the Albany. [Looking about him. The door shuts and the heads disappear.]
RANKLING.
[To Queckett.] Thank ye—thank ye. [Panting.] Ouf! [Rankling sits down, and Mallory talks to him. Saunders has seated himself on the sofa and is dozing off, quite tired out. ]
QUECKETT.
Oh, what a party! [ The door opens, and Peggy's head appears.]