[Probyn enters.]
Probyn.
Sir Colin Macphail—Lady Macphail.
[Lady Macphail enters, dressed simply and quaintly in an old-fashioned silk gown, followed closely by Macphail, whose clothes are capacious and clumsy, and who seems very ill at ease. Probyn withdraws.]
Dowager.
Dear Lady Macphail—Sir Colin!
Lady Twombley.
[Shaking hands with Lady Macphail and Macphail.] How do you do? [Eyeing Macphail.] Oh, dear!
Sir Julian Twombley.
[Shaking hands.] Delighted.