Lydia.
[Beckoning Martin to her with sudden decision.] Yes! Do you know who that lady was?
Martin.
Why, that, Madam, that is Mrs. McCormorant!
Richard.
“Is”! And what a name! “Mc” what? We never had such a name in our family!
Lydia.
[Impatiently.] You’ve already said she wasn’t in your family! And she certainly wasn’t in mine! [She turns peremptorily to Martin.] Will you please tell us who she was? And why her portrait is here?
Martin.
[Watching Lydia.] Why, Madam, Mr. Sanford had it put here to surprise her, her becoming his bride in the little church here to-morrow!