Ah, a Macphail always feels like a seagull with a broken wing in the South.
Lady Twombley.
You must take care you don’t get him run over.
Probyn.
[Appearing at the entrance.] Tea is in the yellow room, my lady.
[Drumdurris, Brooke, Egidia, and Lady Euphemia go out.]
Dowager.
[Introducing Imogen.] Lady Macphail, Sir Colin—my niece, Imogen. Imogen, take Sir Colin to tea.
Imogen.
This way, Sir Colin.