Brooke Twombley.
Oh, it’s no good everybody working. It’s this stupid all-round desire to work that throws so many men out of employment. I’ll look for Valentine. [Imogen gives him her note.] He’s sure to be about. We’re going to shoot over Claigrossie Moor this morning. [He goes out.]
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
So you’ve made up your mind at last?
Imogen.
No; other people have made it up for me.
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
Mamma?
Imogen.
Yes, Aunt Dora is the principal person who has rendered my life a burden to me.