[To Imogen.] Good-morning.
Lady Macphail.
Colin, lad, don’t you guess?
Macphail.
No, mother.
Lady Macphail.
[Rapturously.] Now let the worn banner of the Macphail be run up on the crumbling tower of Castle Ballocheevin!
Macphail.
[Vacantly.] For what reason, mother?
Lady Macphail.