[Soothingly.] Of course—of course—and therefore I'm apprehensive for poor Mr. Queckett's bodily safety. Meanwhile I won't disturb you any longer; come along, Saunders.
PEGGY.
Where are you going?
MALLORY.
To the front door—to speak a word or two of encouragement to that young fellow, Paulover.
PEGGY.
Oh, is he outside still? In the snow!
MALLORY.
Why, he has been walking up and down on the other side of the way all night.