If I may be guilty of such an expression—fall-lall!
Brooke Twombley.
But, aunt——
Dowager.
Hold your tongue, sir! Ah, I believe you all have abominable motives!
Lady Twombley.
[To herself.] The telegram! The telegram! Why is there no telegram?
[The music of the Strathspey is heard. Imogen enters with Lady Euphemia.]
Dowager.
Euphemia!