Mrs. Gaylustre.
Ha, ha! Here’s Drumdurris. Remember.
[After talking to the others, Drumdurris approaches Lady Twombley, bowing stiffly to Mrs. Gaylustre, who shakes her fist behind his back, Lady Twombley gives a small nervous shriek.]
Earl of Drumdurris.
Aunt?
Lady Twombley.
[With her hand to her heart.] Spasms.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
[Smiling sweetly at Drumdurris.] Delightful morning.
[She takes up a newspaper. Sir Julian and Lady Euphemia stroll out.]