No, thank you, Uncle.
QUECKETT.
[To himself.] Ah! How lucky!
PEGGY.
[To herself!] Brave girls; I was afraid they'd falter.
QUECKETT.
[Heartily.'] Now then—Admiral Rankling?
RANKLING.
No, thank you. No pudding? I haven't long dined, thank you, Queckett.