[Lady Euphemia joins the others. Imogen goes to Lady Twombley in agitation.]
Imogen.
Mamma! The Strathspey!
Lady Twombley.
What of it?
Imogen.
I’m engaged to dance it with Sir Colin. Oh, mamma, I don’t love him!
Lady Twombley.
Child, you loved him the other night while your head was being washed.
Imogen.