[Impatiently.] Oh! [He resumes writing at the table.]
PEGGY.
[Going to the door.] The girls will be here directly. Be nice, won't you? [She goes out. Jane enters with tarts and confectionery on dishes which she places on the table before Queckett.]
JANE.
S'cuse me, sir. [Queckett rises with his letter and the inkstand, and goes impatiently over to the other side of the room, where he continues writing on the top of piano.]
QUECKETT.
They won't let me write to the Insurance Office. [Tyler enters with some boxes of bon-bons. The writing table being crowded Jane waves him over to the piano and goes out. Tyler puts the bon-bons on the top of the piano before Queckett, who snatches up his letter and the inkstand again and goes to the centre table.]
QUECKETT.
I will write to the Insurance Office. [Tyler goes out as Jane re-enters.]