Part 17 (2/2)

MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.

[To herself.] Done!

[SIR JULIAN enters with LADY MACPHAIL, MACPHAIL, and the DOWAGER. BROOKE follows with DRUMDURRIS, then after an interval LADY EUPHEMIA, EGIDIA, and IMOGEN appear.]

SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.

[To LADY TWOMBLEY, reprovingly.] My dear, Lady Macphail and Sir Colin are going.

DOWAGER.

[To LADY TWOMBLEY.] You are neglecting them. What can be your motive?

LADY TWOMBLEY.

[To LADY MACPHAIL.] I hope Sir Julian has explained----

LADY MACPHAIL.

Certainly. But I must take my boy away. He dines at six to avoid late hours.

[IMOGEN talks to MACPHAIL.]

DOWAGER.

[Quietly to LADY TWOMBLEY.] Look! they are talking.

LADY MACPHAIL.

Colin rises at five every morning.

LADY TWOMBLEY.

Dear me, how awful!

LADY MACPHAIL.

He loves to watch the sunrise from the jagged summit of Ben-na-fechan.

LADY TWOMBLEY.

But there's no Ben-na-what-you-may-call-it here.

LADY MACPHAIL.

No. But he sits upon the roof of our lodgings in Clarges Street.

Good-bye, Lady Twombley.

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