I know—we shall be frustrated by Jane!
GWENDOLINE.
Or Tyler! Leave them to me
PEGGY.
—I'll manage 'em!
DINAH.
But there's Miss Dyott's husband!
PEGGY.
What? Let the mysterious person who has won Miss Dyott pause before he steps between a young bride and bridegroom! Ladies, Miss Dyott's husband is ours for the holidays. One frown from him and his dinners shall be wrecked, his wine watered, his cigars dampened. He shall find us not girls but Gorgons! [A loud knock and ring are heard at the front door. Jane crosses the hall.]