Lady Twombley.
And—and Joseph?
Sir Julian Twombley.
In the language of the vulgar—Mr. Lebanon is sold. [He goes out.]
Lady Twombley.
Julian! Ah! [Staring at the paper.] The exact reverse of the truth! Then the Rajputana Canal—— Julian, why should you be first blackened and then whitewashed because of your vagabond wife? A cottage—our our own vegetables! Never! Why shouldn’t I have my delicate little financial operations in the City? Oh, my gracious!
[Drumdurris and Brooke enter.]
Brooke Twombley.
Hullo, Mater—what!
Lady Twombley.