[Quietly to Queckett.] The pudding is in the arey, sir, waiting to be paid.
QUECKETT.
I'll come to it. [Jane goes out. To Peggy.] Margaret, show Admiral Rankling and Mr. Mallory where the cigarettes are—they may like—[To himself] Years are going off my life! [He goes out.]
PEGGY.
[ To Mallory.] May I take you to the cigarettes?
MALLORY.
[To Peggy.] You may take me anywhere.
PEGGY.
[Bashfully.] Oh! [To Rankling.] The cigarettes are in the next room, Admiral Rankling.