Lady Macphail.
Madam. [To Macphail.] Why do you leave the ball-room, my lad?
Macphail.
I’ve been just watching the moonlight on Loch Auchentoshan.
Lady Macphail.
I am proud to see this devotion to Loch Auchentoshan, but to-night you have other duties almost equally important. After this paltry waltz we lose ourselves in the wild pleasures of our native dance.
Macphail.
The Strathspey? [He takes Mrs. Gaylustre’s card from his stocking.] Oh! [Hides it and produces his ball-programme from his other stocking.] The Strathspey.
Lady Macphail.