The lad has met your child on but three or four occasions.
Macphail.
Just three occasions and a bit, mother.
Lady Macphail.
But he loves her with a love that only a Macphail can experience.
Lady Twombley.
Of course one would like to know precisely the kind of affection that is.
Lady Macphail.
Naturally. Speak, Colin.
[Macphail rises, embarrassed.]