Come, lad. They have yet to see the Macphail lead the Strathspey with his betrothed.
[They go out together.]
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Yes, and they shall ultimately see the Macphail writing love-letters to Fanny—love-letters with a promise of marriage in ’em. I’ll consult a solicitor directly I reach town and be ready to marry or to sue him. Oh, Fanny, Fanny, ungrateful girl, what a lot you have to be thankful for!
[She runs out and Angèle peeps in.]
Angèle.
Milord! Miladi! [She enters.] I must find miladi! Miladi!
[Lady Twombley enters.]
Lady Twombley.
No news from Reeves & Shuckleback, the Stockbrokers. The waiting for it will finish me!