MISS DYOTT.
My dear Mrs. Rankling. [The ladies shake hands. Tyler goes out.]
MRS. RANKLING.
[Pointing to Rankling.] This is Admiral Rankling. [Miss Dyott bows ceremoniously. Rankling returns a slight bow and glares at her.]
MISS DYOTT.
[To Mrs. Rankling.] Pray sit by the fire. [As the ladies move to the fire, Queckett, who has been watching his opportunity, creeps round at the back and goes out.]
MRS. RANKLING.
[Warming her feet at the fire.] The Admiral has called upon you, Miss Dyott, with reference to our child, Dinah. [Rankling, with a smothered exclamation of rage, sits on the sofa.]
MISS DYOTT.
Whom we find the charming daughter of charming parents. [Rankling gives her a fierce look, which frightens Miss Dyott, who is most anxious to conciliate the Admiral.]