(They watch the men coming down the steps)
You ought to be so proud.
Mrs. Egerton.
I am.
(The piano stops)
A Girl.
(Who has been waltzing)
O pshaw!
Mrs. Orr.
Even the Governor—don't you see, when he's with Donald
And when his wife's with you, how they both show
How all they are and all they hope to be
They owe to Donald?