Oh, quite as you please. [Giving him her hand.] But you are really too impetuous.
Brooke Twombley.
Not at all. [About to kiss her.] You’ll permit me, naturally?
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
[Languidly turning her cheek toward him.] Of course. Be careful of my hair—it will not be dressed again before lunch.
[He kisses her cheek cautiously. Imogen rises without seeing them.]
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
[To Brooke.] Somebody.
[They stroll away in opposite directions.]
Imogen.