All the world shall learn how highly you thought of Dinah's marriage at Mr. Queckett's party last night.
RANKLING.
[To himself] Oh!
MRS. RANKLING.
And what a very different man you have always been in your own home. [Beginning to cry.] And take care, Archibald, that the verdict of posterity is not that you were less a husband and father than a tyrant and oppressor. [Queckett enters, with Miss Dyott in pursuit; she follows him out.]
MISS DYOTT.
[As she goes.] Vere! [Rankling blows his nose and wipes his, eyes, and looks at Mrs. Rankling.]
RANKLING.
[In a conciliatory tone.] Emma! Emma!