QUECKETT.
Thank you, Carrie.
MISS DYOTT.
[Helping him to put on his gloves like a child.] But, for the sake of our depressed native industries, I beg that you will order those of purely British origin and manufacture. [Tyler enters carrying a large common black tea-tray upon which is a solitary visiting-card.] Where's the salver, you bad boy!
TYLER.
[Pointing to Queckett sullenly.] 'E slopped his choc'late over it.
MISS DYOTT.
[Taking the card.] Admiral and Mrs. Rankling—Dinah's parents! I must see them.
QUECKETT.
[Hastily turning up his collar to conceal his face.] No, no! They know me—they are old friends of my family's! [Tyler shows in Admiral and Mrs. Rankling. Mrs. Rankling is a thin, weak looking, faded lady, with a pale face and anxious eyes. She is dressed in too many colours, and nothing seems to fit very well. Admiral Rankling is a stout, fine old gentleman with short crisp grey hair and fierce black eyebrows. He appears to be suffering inwardly from intense anger.]