[To herself.] Something must be done. [She runs to the writing-table and begins to write rapidly on three half sheets of paper, folding each into a three-cornered note as she finishes it.] The girls must be warned. [ Writing.] "For goodness' sake, don't taste the pudding." Poor girls—what an end to a happy day! [To himself.] Oh, if the members of my family could see me at this moment! I, whose suppers in the Albany were at one time a proverb! Oh, Caroline, Caroline, even you little know the sacrifice I have made for you!
PEGGY.
[To Queckett, handing him the notes.] Quick, please, quick—give them these notes.
QUECKETT.
[Taking the notes.] What for?
PEGGY.
Oh, don't ask; you will see the result.
QUECKETT.
But you mustn't write to people you—!