[Rising.] Um, this doesn't look like early to bed.
QUECKETT.
[ Weakly.] Just got up, I suppose. Gwendoline—Ermyntrude—my dears—Admiral Rankling—Mr. Mallory—[Looking about for Saunders.] Mr.—Mr.—Oh, Mr. Saunders is asleep! [Ermyntrude and Gwendoline advance to Rankling.]
RANKLING.
[To the girls.] How do you do? And whose daughters are you? [Gwendoline and Ermyntrude look frightened, and shake their heads.]
QUECKETT.
Oh, these are my sister Isabel's girls.
RANKLING.
Why, all your sister Isabel's children were boys.