Mrs. Gaylustre!
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Oh, Sir Julian, don’t, don’t stop!
Sir Julian Twombley.
I thought I was alone with Lady Euphemia.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
I am waiting to see dear Lady Twombley. Oh, do permit me to hear that sweet instrument!
Sir Julian Twombley.
Pray sit down!
[Sir Julian resumes his seat and plays a plaintive melody. Mrs. Gaylustre listens in a rapt attitude.]