RANKLING.
[Sharply.] Emma! [Starting.] Yes, Archibald.
RANKLING.
Leave the fire—you'll be chilled when we go. Come over here.
MRS. RANKLING.
Yes, Archibald. [Crossing the room in a flutter, and sitting beside Rankling, who makes insufficient room for her.]
MRS. RANKLING.
Thank you, Archibald. I have been sitting up with the Admiral all night, and it is owing to my entreaties that he has consented to give Dinah one last chance of reconciliation.
RANKLING.
[Who has been eyeing her.] Emma!