Macphail.
My mother!
Mrs. Gaylustre.
[To herself.] Drat your mother.
[She stands with her handkerchief to her eyes. Lady Macphail enters with Egidia, the Dowager, Lady Euphemia, and Valentine.]
Egidia.
Sir Colin!
Dowager.
[Sitting at writing-table.] I’ll telegraph to Sir George McHarness, the surgeon.
Lady Macphail.