Colts. Oh, all right, I've no objections—on'y there'll be ructions with the young woman in the tight-rope line as I've been keepin' comp'ny with—that's all!
The E. Your foster-brother will act as your substitute there. (Proudly.) My son must make no mésalliance!
Rose (timidly). And, if it would give you any pleasure, I'm sure I could soon learn the tight-rope!
Colts. Not at your time o' life, Miss, and besides, 'ang it, now I'm a lord, I can't have my wife doin' nothing low!
The E. Spoken like a true Burntalmond! And now let the revels re-commence.
[Re-enter Mrs. Horehound.
Horeh. (to Lord B.). Now then, stoopid, tumble, can't you—what are you 'ere for?
Lord B. (to the Earl). Since it is your command, I obey, though it is ill tumbling with a heavy heart!
[Turns head over heels laboriously.