PEGGY.
Then you shouldn't have locked up the rooms downstairs.
QUECKETT.
I daren't allow the neighbours to see the house lighted up downstairs. I wish I could have locked up all you vexing girls.
PEGGY.
That's not the spirit to give a party in! [Contemplating the table.] How many do you think your friend, Mr. Mallory, will bring?
QUECKETT.
I don't think Mr. Mallory will find his way here at all. Have you observed the fog?
PEGGY.
Is it foggy?