Ah, very pretty country, I dare say.
Lady Macphail.
Where would you be, Colin, at this hour at Castle Ballocheevin? Watching the sun sink behind the black peak of Ben-na-Vrachie? Speak, lad!
Macphail.
[Sadly.] That is so, mother.
Lady Twombley.
Do you do that every evening at home?
Macphail.
Aye.
Lady Macphail.