Four of 'em. I've seen one, and I fancy by the look of her mischievous little face, that they're too much for him.
PEGGY.
[To Queckett.] Leave everything to me. Don't spoil the party, Uncle.
QUECKETT.
Dash the party! [Peggy retiring hastily, the door bangs, at which Rankling and Mallory look round.]
RANKLING.
Oh, Queckett, where are your nieces?
QUECKETT.
Nieces—nieces? Oh, they retire at eight o'clock. Early to bed, early to rise—[Gwendoline and Ermyntrude enter, visibly pushed on by Peggy.]