MRS. RANKLING.
Even love-matches are sometimes very happy. Our was a love-match, Archibald.
RANKLING.
Be quiet—we're exceptions. [Pacing up to the door just as it opens, and Peggy presents herself. Directly Rankling sees Peggy, he catches her by the shoulders, and gives her a good shaking.]
MISS DYOTT.
Admiral!
MRS. RANKLING.
Archibald!
PEGGY.
[Being shaken.] Oh—oh—oh—oh!