Thaw him by degrees. [Peggy mixes the grog. Gwendoline and Ermyntrude lead Reginald to a chair before the fire, he uttering some violent but incoherent exclamations.]
ERMYNTRUDE.
He's annoyed with Admiral Rankling. [The girls chafe his hands while he still mutters, with his eyes rolling.]
PEGGY.
It's a good job his language is frozen. [Putting the glass of grog to his lips.]
REGINALD.
[Reviving.] Thank you. Take my hat off, please—I bought it from a cabman. [Gwendoline removes his hat, which is very shabby.] Good morning! Where's my wife Dinah?
PEGGY.
She's quite safe.