No. But he sits upon the roof of our lodgings in Clarges Street. Good-bye, Lady Twombley.

[They shake hands.]

Lady Twombley.

[To Macphail.] Good-bye. You must come and see me on one of my Tuesdays.

Macphail.

Aye, with my mother.

[He turns to Imogen; they shake hands.]

Imogen.

Good-bye, Sir Colin.

Dowager.