RANKLING.
It's a very bad one.
MRS. RANKLING.
All we require is that Dinah should personally assure us that she has banished every thought of the foolish young gentleman she met at Mrs. St. Dunstan's.
MISS DYOTT.
[Rising and ringing the bell.] If I am any student of the passing fancies of a young girl's mind—
RANKLING.
Speak louder, ma'am—your voice doesn't travel.
MISS DYOTT.
[Nervously—with a gulp.] If I am any student of the passing—fancies—[Rankling puts his hand to his ear.] Oh, don't make me so nervous. [Jane enters looking untidy, her sleeves turned up, and wiping her hands on her apron.]