Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Let it blow over. Where’s my partner?
[He goes out. Macphail enters with Mrs. Gaylustre upon his arm.]
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Staying out is infinitely preferable to dancing, is it not, dear Sir Colin?
Macphail.
Aye. I hate dancing.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
But your dear mother says you resemble some beautiful wild thing when you dance the Strathspey.
Macphail.