We'd better watch it, perhaps, in case it goes out. [ They bob down again with their heads together and both sit on the same chair.] You'll get into an awful scrape over your share in last night's business, won't you?
PEGGY.
Frightful; the thought depresses me.
MALLORY.
Do you think Miss Dyott, or Mrs. Queckett, or whatever she is, will send you home?
PEGGY.
She can't—she's got me for ever. She took me, years ago, for a bad debt.
MALLORY.
How can she punish you then?