Dimmed. What did you think I said? Oh, Sir Colin, don’t carry this unsuitable bride to Ballocheevin!
Macphail.
Well, it’s a serious step; but I’ve been thinking it would be another in the house.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
You don’t want another in the house. You need a strong, self-reliant wife who will take you out of the house.
Macphail.
Eh?
Mrs. Gaylustre.
A woman, loving but firm, tender but enterprising, who will bear you from your dilapidated home and plunge you into the vortex of some great city. [Suddenly.] Have you ever been to Paris?
Macphail.