Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
I know. Don’t make such a fuss about it! Do remember we’re at a ball!
The Munkittrick.
Miss Munkittrick is torn to ribbons.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
All right. Make light of it—make light of it, like I do.
The Munkittrick.
Ah-h-h!
[Drumdurris, in Highland dress, enters with Miss Munkittrick, who is much discomposed, and Egidia, who is soothing her.]
Earl of Drumdurris.