Mrs. Gaylustre.
[Whispering to Lady Twombley.] Now!
Lady Twombley.
Julian, Lord Drumdurris, Brooke, let me introduce to you—Mr. Lebanon.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
[Triumphantly to herself.] Ah!
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
[Triumphantly to himself.] Ah! [Lebanon grasps Sir Julian’s hand warmly.] De-lighted to find myself in your elegant ’ouse. Most recherché. [Shaking hands with all the others.] You all know my sister Fan. Elegant ’ouse this. Most recherché.
[Mrs. Gaylustre runs to Sir Julian and taking a flower from her dress fastens it in his coat.]
Dowager.