RANKLING.
Be quiet, Emma—you'll make a scene. [To Peggy.] Where is Miss Rankling?
PEGGY.
Miss Rankling presents her compliments to Miss Dyott, and her love to her papa and mamma, and, as her mind is quite made up, she would rather not cause distress by granting an interview. [Rankling sinks into a chair.]
MRS. RANKLING.
Archibald!
MISS DYOTT.
[To Peggy.] The port wine! [Peggy advances with the cake and wine.]
MRS. RANKLING.
[Kneeling to Rankling.] Archibald, be yourself! Remember, you have to respond for the Navy at a banquet to-night. Think of your reputation as a Genial After-dinner Speaker!