[Clustering together.] Oh!
RANKLING.
[Assuming the tone of a commander.] Mr. Mallory! Mr. Saunders!
MALLORY.
Yes, sir.
SAUNDERS.
Yes, sir. [Mallory and Saunders place themselves beside Rankling.]
RANKLING.
Ladies, fetch your cloaks and wraps preparatory to breaking up our pleasant little party. Who volunteers to assist the ladies?