Go to sleep.
ERMYNTRUDE.
[Leaning against Peggy's knees.] Mr. Queckett is locked up too, isn't he?
PEGGY.
Of course he is—till the morning. Miss Dyott locked him up—very properly I think.
ERMYNTRUDE.
And where's Miss Dyott?
PEGGY.
Up-stairs, in the room next to mine, in hysterics. Hush! I do believe Gwendoline has gone off. Are you pretty comfortable?