[To Angèle.] All right. [Fondly to the infant.] My soldier boy! [Angèle advances to Drumdurris. He produces a small toy gun and a little drum from a box he carries and hands them to Angèle.] Don’t let Lady Drumdurris discover these.
Angèle.
No.
Earl of Drumdurris.
Above all, let the drum be muffled.
Angèle.
Yees, milord.
[Egidia enters.]
Earl of Drumdurris.
I expect some small cannon by the evening post. Go.