My dear Rankling, thank you for coming to see me. Good-night. [Jaffray appears at the window.]
JAFFRAY.
It's all right, gentlemen—there's a kind lady down below who is taking everybody into her house for the night—Mrs. Rankling of Portland Place.
RANKLING.
Mrs. Rankling—that's my wife! [Queckett disappears.]
JAFFRAY.
Is she, sir? Glad to hear it. Then they are all your visitors till to-morrow.
RANKLING.
Confound it, sir, where do I live?