MISS DYOTT.
[Shocked.] Where is the man-servant?
JANE.
On a herring, ma'am.
MISS DYOTT.
Ask Miss Dinah Rankling to be good enough to step downstairs. [Jane goes out. Rankling rises, with Mrs. Rankling clinging to his arm.]
MRS. RANKLING.
You will be calm, Archibald—you will be moderate in tone. [With a little nervous cough.] Oh, dear! poor Dinah!
RANKLING.
Stop that fidgety cough, Emma. [Stalking about the room, his wife following him.]