Scene IX.—Breakfast-room—Time, the same as in the foregoing Scene. Mr. Tidmarsh, after proposing to "join the ladies," much to the relief of Lord Strathsporran, has brought him in here on the transparent pretext of showing him a picture.
Mr. Tid. (carefully closing the door). I only just wanted to tell you that I don't at all like the way you've been going on. It's not my wish to make complaints, but there is a limit!
Lord Strath. (hotly). There is—you're very near it now, Sir! (To himself.) If I quarrel with this little beggar, I shan't see Marjory! (Controlling his temper.) Perhaps you'll kindly let me know what you complain of?
Mr. Tid. Well, why couldn't you say you didn't smoke when my Uncle offered you one of his cigars? You must have felt me kick you under the table!
Mrs. Gilwattle rises slowly, bristling with indignation.
Lord. Strath. I did—distinctly. But I gave you credit for its being accidental. And, if you wish to know, I said I smoked because I do. I don't see why you should expect me to lie about it!
Mr. Tid. I don't agree with you. I consider you ought to have had more tact, after the hint I gave you.
Lord Strath. It didn't occur to me that you were trying to kick tact into me. And, naturally, when I saw your Uncle about to smoke——
Mr. Tid. That was different, as you might have known. Why, one cigar is as much as my wife can stand!