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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 s.n.a.t.c.hes 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. GAYl.u.s.tRE. 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 a.s.sisted to a chair LEBANON falls into another.]
IMOGEN.
Mamma!
MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.
Joseph!
IMOGEN.
Ah!
MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.
Ah!
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
Be quiet! Lady Twombley is ill!
MRS. GAYl.u.s.tRE.
Ill! Look at Joseph! My only brother!
SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY.
Keith, explain this telegram or my brain will give way.
