Egidia.
The Strathspey. Come into the ball-room. What has happened?
Lady Twombley.
I can’t enter the ball-room again to-night!
Earl of Drumdurris.
But you must dance the Strathspey.
Lady Twombley.
Must I? Dance then! [They take their places for the dance.] Pa! Valentine, Imogen! Brooke, Effie! Keith, Egidia! Lady Macphail, Sir Colin! Dance! Dance with foolish, thoughtless, weak-headed Kitty Twombley for the last time, for to-morrow she becomes a sober, wise, happy, and contented woman! Dance!
[They dance the Strathspey and Reel—Sir Julian with Lady Twombley, Drumdurris with Egidia, Brooke with Lady Euphemia, Valentine with Imogen, Lady Macphail with Macphail. The Dowager sits apart gloomily.]
Sir Julian Twombley.