PEGGY.
Without us your party must fail, for we command the servants. Let it be a compact—your soirée shall be our soirée, and our soirée your soirée.
QUECKETT.
And if I indignantly decline?
PEGGY.
[Solemnly.] Consider, Mr. Queckett—your Christmas holidays are to be passed with us. Think in which direction your comfort and freedom lie—in friendship or in enmity? Even now, Ermyntrude Johnson is trimming the holly with one of your razors.
QUECKETT.
But what explanation could I give Mr. Mallory of your presence here?
PEGGY.
Every detail has been considered. You are our bachelor uncle.