Colin, lad!
Macphail.
Eh, mother?
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Dear Sir Colin gave me his arm to the top of Ben-Auchter.
Dowager and Lady Macphail.
To the top of Ben-Auchter!
Macphail.
[With an anxious glance at Mrs. Gaylustre.] Just to see the sun rise.
Dowager.