[Presenting a bill.] The pastrycook's bill, sir.
QUECKETT.
Great Scot! [Diving his hand into his pocket, bringing out some loose money and giving it to Jane.] There! [Jane goes out.] I've written to the Insurance Office. [Sealing the letter.] My mind's easy—done my duty to poor Caroline. [He puts the letter in his breast pocket as Tyler enters.]
TYLER.
[More astonished than ever, announcing.] Miss Gwendoline Hawkins. [Gwendoline enters, dressed in a simple and pretty party-dress. Tyler goes out.]
GWENDOLINE.
[Bashfully, seeing nobody but Queckett.] Oh, I'm first; I shall come back again. [She is going.]
QUECKETT.
Come in—come in. How d'ye do. [Gwendoline advances. Queckett shakes hands with her.] Delighted to see you—so glad you've come—won't you sit down? [To himself with satisfaction.] Illustrations of Deportment and the Restrictions of Society—Vere Queckett. Carrie would be delighted. [Tyler re-enters, still more astonished.]