I'm a sailor, you know.
PEGGY.
No—are you?
MALLORY.
[ Taking her hand and putting it to his lips.] You know I am.
PEGGY.
[Suddenly.] It's going to boil over! [They jump up quickly, Mallory retreats.] Oh, no, it isn't. [Gwendoline and Ermyntrude enter, leading Reginald, with Saunders following. Reginald is in a deplorable condition, covered with snow and icicles, his face is white, and his nose red.] Oh, poor Mr. Paulover!
SAUNDERS.
He's frost-bitten!