Lady Twombley.
Yes, Dora.
[Lady Macphail and Sir Colin enter—she a simple little old woman in Court dress, ecstatically sentimental; he a formidable-looking bearded man about six feet high, in full Highland costume, bashful and awkward in manner, and keeping close to his mother.]
Lady Twombley.
[To Lady Macphail.] I am delighted to see you here.
Lady Macphail.
[Presenting Macphail.] My boy. [He shelters himself behind her and bows uneasily.] I have determined to give the lad a season in this mighty city, Lady Twombley.
Lady Twombley.
Ah, he’ll enjoy himself, I’m sure.
Lady Macphail.