Won't recognise his own dau—you'll drive me mad! [They continue to talk in undertones. Saunders is now fast asleep.]
RANKLING.
[To Mallory.] No—I don't like the look of poor Queckett.
MALLORY.
He seems altered.
RANKLING.
Altered—he glares like the devil. He's not married, is he?
MALLORY.
No.