ad better
not lose your dance.
[With a slight courtesy to MACPHAIL, IMOGEN gives him her arm as
VALENTINE enters, trimmed, shaven, and in immaculate evening dress.]
BROOKE TWOMBLEY.
Why, Val!
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
Mr. White!
VALENTINE WHITE.
Imogen!
IMOGEN.
[Leaving MACPHAIL.] Valentine!
LADY TWOMBLEY.
Valentine White!
VALENTINE WHITE.
Imogen, am I too late?
IMOGEN.
Too late?
VALENTINE WHITE.
For the honor of dancing with you to-night?
IMOGEN.
You--you are in time, Valentine.
VALENTINE WHITE.
For which dance?
IMOGEN.
This dance.
MACPHAIL.
Mother!
DOWAGER.
The child's mad!
LADY MACPHAIL.
Stop the Strathspey! Stop the Strathspey!
[She hurries out, followed by MACPHAIL.]
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
Mr. White, really you shouldn't, you know.
[The music ceases.]
VALENTINE WHITE.
Sir Julian, Lady Twombley, with your permission I shall go no further to
avoid the shams of life. I have found one cool resting-place in this
world where there is reality and sincerity. [With IMOGEN'S hands in
his.] And I have found it in an advanced state of civilization.
[The DOWAGER pulls IMOGEN away.]
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
I positively must beg----
DOWAGER.
[To IMOGEN.] Child, at this moment I feel grateful that I am your aunt,
with all an aunt's privileges. [She shakes her.]
IMOGEN.
Mamma!
LADY TWOMBLEY.
[Seizing IMOGEN.] My chick, your mother has privileges also. Bless you
and Valentine. [Kissing her.] There! Dora, if you shake my girl again
I--I'll slap you!
DOWAGER.
Ah! Julian!
[DRUMDURRIS appears with a telegram.]
EARL OF DRUMDURRIS.
Aunt!
LADY TWOMBLEY.
What's that?
EARL OF DRUMDURRIS.
From Reeves & Shuckleback!
[She snatches the telegram from him.]
EVERYBODY.
What's the matter?
LADY TWOMBLEY.
Julian, look at your wife! Brooke, Imogen, come to your mother! No more
worries by day and bad dreams at night! No poverty--no cottage--no--no
vegetables! I--I am a rich woman!
[She falls back fainting into SIR JULIAN'S arms as they all surround
her. At the same moment LEBANON rushes in with MRS. GAYLUSTRE. He has a
telegram in his hand; his aspect is wild, his face white.]
MR. JOSEPH LEBANON.
Lady Twombley! Where is she? Lady Twombley!
[As LADY TWOMBLEY is assisted to a chair LEBANON falls into another.]
IMOGEN.
Mamma!
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
Joseph!
IMOGEN.
Ah!
MRS. GAYLUSTRE.
Ah!
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