Does she? [To himself]. Peggy is the one I've turned against.
ERMYNTRUDE.
We think you'll be an awfully jolly uncle.
QUECKETT.
[Pleased.] Thank ye—thank ye. [To himself.] I begin to like helping Carrie with the pupils. [Peggy enters. She is quaintly but untidily dressed in poor, much worn, and old-fashioned finery. In her hand she carries a pair of soiled, long white gloves.] Hallo! [Without speaking a word, Peggy hurries across the room and goes out.] What is the matter with that vexing girl now? [Peggy re-enters with Tyler, pushing him forward.]
TYLER.
[Announcing.] Miss Margaret Hesslerigge. [Peggy advances to Queckett, holding out her hand.]
PEGGY.
How do you do?