[To Macphail, seizing his hand.] May your life be very, very blissful!
Macphail.
[Uneasily, withdrawing his hand.] Mother’s looking. [He joins the rest.]
Mrs. Gaylustre.
[To herself.] They’ve hooked my Scotch salmon; but they haven’t landed him yet! [Intercepting Lady Twombley as she advances towards the group.] Kate!
Lady Twombley.
Reptile!
Mrs. Gaylustre.
I’m not at all satisfied with the way things are going on here.
Lady Twombley.