[To himself.] Will she tell?
PEGGY.
[To herself.] He is in our power!
[Peggy goes out.]
MISS DYOTT.
[Putting the hat on Queckett's head.] You look sickly, my Vere.
QUECKETT.
I shall be better after my stroll, Caroline. [A knock and ring are heard.]
MISS DYOTT.
[Assisting Queckett with his overcoat.] As you have some solitary evenings before you, you may lay in a few cigars, Vere darling.