QUECKETT.
Yes—no. I deeply regret plunging into the vortex of these festivities.
PEGGY.
Oh, I suppose you're nervous in society.
QUECKETT.
[Drawing himself up!] Nervous in society, Miss Hesslerigge?
PEGGY.
What do you think of the decorations? Artistic, aren't they?
QUECKETT.
A treat at a Sunday School!