Macphail.
I was merely sitting in the drag looking at the sky.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Sitting in the drag looking at the sky! How foolhardy!
Macphail.
Whereupon your brother, without a word of warning, blazed away at my knee.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Ah, don’t describe it! Suppose you had had your head on your knee!
Lady Macphail.