Hah!
MRS. RANKLING.
It is true he is rather austere.
MISS DYOTT.
An austere sailor! All bows abroad, and stern at home. Well, then—knowing what occurred last night—is there anything to love and to honour in Mr. Queckett?
MRS. RANKLING.
Nothing whatever.
MISS DYOTT.
[Annoyed.] And yet he is undoubtedly the superior of Admiral Rankling. Very well then—do as I mean to do—put your foot down. If heaven has gifted you with a large one, so much the better. [The voices of Queckett and Rankling are heard suddenly raised in the adjoining room.]