Angèle.
Yees. To please milord, and contrary to miladi’s ordares, I put Lord Aberbrothock to bed wiz his gun.
Lady Twombley.
I know—I’m a mother—the child has swallowed the paint!
Angèle.
Ah, yees!
Lady Twombley.
Send a groom to Strachlachan for Dr. M’Gubbie.
Angèle.
Yees, miladi.