Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Our interview has been a distressin’ one, Lady Twombley. It is over.
Lady Twombley.
Mr. Lebanon! Mr. Lebanon! [He turns his chair from her. To herself.] It’s all up with me. I—I’ll go and find pa, and tell him. There’s no help for it—I’ll tell him. Mr. Lebanon! For the last time—have compassion on a poor fool of a woman! [He turns away.] Oh! I’ll go to pa’s room and—tell him. [She goes out.]
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
That’s one way to the old gentleman’s room. [He opens the door and listens.] Ah! what’s the latest quotation for lovely woman’s weakness?
[Valentine enters with Mrs. Gaylustre and Macphail, who looks very scared, has a handkerchief bound round his knee, and leans on Mrs. Gaylustre’s arm. She supports him to a chair.]
Mrs. Gaylustre.
[To Sir Colin.] Lean on your poor broken-hearted friend.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.