Miss Dyott. Oh, yes, Uncle knows her to speak to.
RANKLING.
What about her, Queckett?
QUECKETT.
[Looking vindictively at Peggy.] Er—um—rather not hazard an opinion. [He hastily joins Mallory, Gwendoline, and Ermyntrude.]
RANKLING.
[Confidentially to Peggy.] Er—um—my dear Miss Griffin, did you receive a short but ample apology from me this afternoon—addressed, "To the young lady who was shaken"?
PEGGY.
Yes; and oh! I shall always prize it!