Now let the shriek of the wild birds sound on the shores of Loch-na-Doich!
Macphail.
Why?
Lady Macphail.
[Embracing Macphail.] Imogen is to be your bride.
Macphail.
[Blankly.] Oh!
[Sir Julian, the Dowager, and Lady Euphemia congratulate him.]
Sir Julian Twombley.
Most gratified!