PEGGY.
I don't think that's the language for a party, Mr. Queckett!
QUECKETT.
I beg your pardon. Who is Paulover? [Tyler enters with a bill in-his hand, with his hair stiffly brushed and greased, and wearing an expression of intense wonderment.] What's this?
TYLER.
A beautiful large lobster salid is come, sir.
QUECKETT.
[Looking at Peggy.] I haven't ordered a lobster salad. [In an undertone.] You know, this is getting extremely vexing. [He takes from his pocket the packets of money previously given him by Miss Dyott.] I've already paid a bill for some oysters and a pâté de foie gras. Jane's wages went for that. [Opening a packet.] Now, here's a salad. That breaks into next week's household expenses. [Handing the money to Tyler, who goes out.]
PEGGY.
We're only girls, you know. And you seem to forget you're our uncle.