Lady Twombley.
Pa, what shall we do?
Dowager.
Do? The head of the Clan Macphail! Eighty thousand acres! Julian?
Lady Twombley.
[To herself.] If it would provide for Imogen before the smash!
Dowager.
If Imogen is a high-minded girl she will be mad with delight.
Lady Twombley.
Will she? [To herself.] Ah! and will she learn to look down on pa and me when we’re aged paupers?