WOMBLEY.
That woman!
IMOGEN.
That woman!
[MACPHAIL enters with MRS. GAYLUSTRE, he in Highland dress, she wearing
a showy costume of tweed tartan with a Scotch bonnet.]
LADY MACPHAIL.
Colin, lad!
MACPHAIL.
Eh, mother?
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
Dear Sir Colin gave me his arm to the top of Ben-Auchter.
DOWAGER and LADY MACPHAIL.
To the top of Ben-Auchter!
MACPHAIL.
[With an anxious glance at MRS. GAYLUSTRE.] Just to see the sun rise.
DOWAGER.
[Quietly to SIR JULIAN.] Julian, that's scandalous!
LADY MACPHAIL.
I thought you always witnessed the sun rise alone, Colin.
MACPHAIL.
As a rule, mother.
DOWAGER.
[To herself.] That woman has a motive.
LADY MACPHAIL.
[Pointing to IMOGEN.] My son, look--here is Imogen.
MACPHAIL.
[To IMOGEN.] Good-morning.
LADY MACPHAIL.
Colin, lad, don't you guess?
MACPHAIL.
No, mother.
LADY MACPHAIL.
[Rapturously.] Now let the worn banner of the Macphail be run up on the
crumbling tower of Castle Ballocheevin!
MACPHAIL.
[Vacantly.] For what reason, mother?
LADY MACPHAIL.
Now let the shriek of the wild birds sound on the shores of
Loch-na-Doich!
MACPHAIL.
Why?
LADY MACPHAIL.
[Embracing MACPHAIL.] Imogen is to be your bride.
MACPHAIL.
[Blankly.] Oh!
[SIR JULIAN, the DOWAGER, and LADY EUPHEMIA congratulate him.]
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
Most gratified!
DOWAGER.
I have a mother's yearnings toward you.
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
We are _too_ rejoiced!
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
[To herself.] They've hooked him!
LADY MACPHAIL.
[Bringing MACPHAIL down.] Hush! Speak to her, Colin, lad. Let her hear
how a Macphail greets the woman of his choice.
[LADY MACPHAIL joins SIR JULIAN, the DOWAGER, and LADY EUPHEMIA, while
they all watch MACPHAIL as he approaches IMOGEN.]
LADY MACPHAIL.
Listen!
MACPHAIL.
[To IMOGEN.] Er--I'm very much obliged to ye.
LADY MACPHAIL.
Bravely spoken!
DOWAGER.
A grand nature!
IMOGEN.
Thank you, Sir Colin. [She joins the others.]
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
[To MACPHAIL, seizing his hand.] May your life be very, very blissful!
MACPHAIL.
[Uneasily, withdrawing his hand.] Mother's looking. [He joins the rest.]
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
[To herself.] They've hooked my Scotch salmon; but they haven't landed
him yet! [Intercepting LADY TWOMBLEY as she advances towards the group.]
Kate!
LADY TWOMBLEY.
Reptile!
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
I'm not at all satisfied with the
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