[ Glaring!] Dress circle!
MRS. RANKLING.
Stalls, Archibald, or I leave you for ever!
RANKLING.
[Mildly.] Very well, Emma. I have no desire but to please you.
QUECKETT.
I take this as a great compliment, my dear Rankling. Carrie and I thank you. But I can't hear of it. I insist on offering you both a seat in my box.
MISS DYOTT.
Your box!