Imogen.
[Throwing her arms round Lady Euphemia’s neck.] What happy people, both of you!
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
My hair!
Imogen.
[Kissing Brooke.] A thousand congratulations, my dear, clever, old brother!
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
The bother with mamma will be too wearying.
Imogen.
Why a bother?