[The Earl of Drumdurris, a boyish-looking officer of the Guards, in uniform, with much dignity and reserve, enters.]
Earl of Drumdurris.
How do you do, Lady Twombley? Egidia.
Dowager.
Keith, you have further news from Scotland?
Earl of Drumdurris.
Another telegram.
Egidia.
Ah!
[She puts her hand calmly in that of the Dowager.]