Probyn.
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
[Lady Euphemia Vibart, a handsome, distinguished-looking, and elegantly dressed girl of about twenty, enters. She scarcely notices Valentine, who bows formally.]
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
No one has returned yet, Brooke?
Brooke Twombley.
Effie, don’t you recollect Mr. White?
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
Oh! how do you do? [She shakes hands with him in an affected manner.] We are distantly related, I remember.
Valentine White.