Drum., thank you for your recherché hospitality. Carriage to the station in the morning, if you please. [Kissing his hands.] Ladies—— [Breaking down.] Oh, Fanny, take me to bed!
[He goes out. Mrs. Gaylustre is about to follow, when Lady Macphail enters with Macphail.]
Lady Macphail.
Madam! My boy—my poor lad—has told me of your behaviour.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
My behaviour! He loves me!
Lady Macphail.
Colin!
Macphail.
I thought I’d just better mention the affair to mother.