Lady Twombley.
[To Macphail.] Pray sit down. You must be fatigued with last night’s dance.
Lady Macphail.
No Macphail is ever fatigued. But the poor lad feels like a caged eagle in the dress of the South.
Lady Twombley.
I am sure it is—most becoming.
Lady Macphail.
Sit, lad. [Macphail sits, hitching up his trousers unhappily.] You know the object of our visit, Sir Julian?
Sir Julian Twombley.
Lady Drumdurris has hinted——