I haven't an umbrella.
QUECKETT.
You haven't? Allow me to leave this room, my dear Rankling, and I'll beg your acceptance of this one. [Rankling advances fiercely; Queckett retreats; Miss Dyott enters.]
QUECKETT.
Caroline!
MISS DYOTT.
Stop, Admiral Rankling, if you please. Any reprimand, physical or otherwise, will be administered to Mr. Queckett at my hands.
QUECKETT.
[To himself.] I would have preferred Rankling. Rankling I could have winded. [He goes out quickly. Miss Dyott following in pursuit.]