Gwendoline.
SAUNDERS.
Gwen's short for that, isn't it? [Rubbing his eyes with his fists, then offering her his arm.] Permit me, Gwen. [They go out. Queckett, his hair disarranged, his appearance generally wild, immediately enters, followed by Jane and Tyler.]
QUECKETT.
I can't help it! I am in the hands of fate. Arrange the table. I cannot help it! [Tyler and Jane proceed to arrange the table and the seats for supper. Peggy enters quietly.]
PEGGY.
It is supper time. Oh, what's the matter, Uncle Vere?
QUECKETT.
Well, in the first place, there are no oysters.