Brooke Twombley.
Accept my congratulations also. Splendid fellow, Macphail; not one of those men who talk the top of your head off.
Imogen.
[Writing.] No, not quite. Brooke, dear, will you give Mr. White a little note from me?
Brooke Twombley.
Certainly. By the bye, while I think of it, you’ll be glad to hear that Effie has honored me by consenting to—er—marry me—what!
Imogen.
Effie!
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
How your mind does run on that subject, Brooke!