Sir Julian Twombley.
I positively must beg——
Dowager.
[To Imogen.] Child, at this moment I feel grateful that I am your aunt, with all an aunt’s privileges. [She shakes her.]
Imogen.
Mamma!
Lady Twombley.
[Seizing Imogen.] My chick, your mother has privileges also. Bless you and Valentine. [Kissing her.] There! Dora, if you shake my girl again I—I’ll slap you!
Dowager.
Ah! Julian!