MISS DYOTT.
The front door, I think.
QUECKETT.
I thought it might be those vexing girls—they're always prying about. I was going to say, Carrie, why not let me withdraw my resignation at the Junior Amalgamated Club and continue my membership?
MISS DYOTT.
Ten guineas a year for such an object I cannot afford and will not pay, Vere.
QUECKETT.
Upon my soul, I might just as well be nobody, the way I'm treated.
MISS DYOTT.
Oh, my king, don't say that! Have you thought about the Christmas expenses?