Lady Twombley.
Why, poor Egidia! Aren’t you well, dear?
Dowager.
Egidia received a telegram from Scotland this morning; her son has cut his first tooth, during her absence, painfully.
Lady Twombley.
Oh, dear!
Egidia.
You also are a mother, Lady Twombley. You can sympathize with such cares as those I am now endeavouring to sustain.
[Lady Euphemia and Imogen stroll in.]
Lady Twombley.