I am proud to see this devotion to Loch Auchentoshan, but to-night you have other duties almost equally important. After this paltry waltz we lose ourselves in the wild pleasures of our native dance. MACPHAIL. The Strathspey? [He takes MRS. GAYLUSTRE'S card from his stocking.] Oh! [Hides it and produces his ball-programme from his other stocking.] The Strathspey. LADY MACPHAIL. Come, lad. They have yet to see the Macphail lead the Strathspey with his betrothed. [They go out together.] MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Yes, and they shall ultimately see the Macphail writing love-letters to Fanny--love-letters with a promise of marriage in 'em. I'll consult a solicitor directly I reach town and be ready to marry or to sue him. Oh, Fanny, Fanny, ungrateful girl, what a lot you have to be thankful for! [She runs out and ANGELE peeps in.] ANGELE. Milord! Miladi! [She enters.] I must find miladi! Miladi! [LADY TWOMBLEY enters.] LADY TWOMBLEY. No news from Reeves & Shuckleback, the Stockbrokers. The waiting for it will finish me! ANGELE. Oh, Miladi Twombley. LADY TWOMBLEY. [Turning to her sharply.] Ah! ANGELE. Tell me, vere is milord? LADY TWOMBLEY. What! Has a messenger come from Strachlachan with a telegram for Lord Drumdurris? Speak? ANGELE. I do not know. LADY TWOMBLEY. Oh! ANGELE. But, oh, miladi, I 'ave been a vicked girl! LADY TWOMBLEY. I dare say you have--that's your business. ANGELE. Miladi, ze leetle Lord Aberbrothock is indispose. LADY TWOMBLEY. The baby? ANGELE. Yees. To please milord, and contrary to miladi's ordares, I put Lord Aberbrothock to bed wiz his gun. LADY TWOMBLEY. I know--I'm a mother--the child has swallowed the paint! ANGELE. Ah, yees! LADY TWOMBLEY. Send a groom to Strachlachan for Dr. M'Gubbie. ANGELE. Yees, miladi. LADY TWOMBLEY. Angele! ANGELE. Miladi? LADY TWOMBLEY. Tell the man to inquire at Strachlachan for telegrams for the Castle. ANGELE. Yees, miladi. [ANGELE runs out.] LADY TWOMBLEY. Oh, for a telegram from Reeves & Shuckleback! My diamonds, my double row of pearls for a telegram from Reeves & Shuckleback! [EGIDIA enters with ANGELE, followed by DRUMDURRIS.] EGIDIA. Lady Twombley! LADY TWOMBLEY. Has Keith had a telegram? EGIDIA. A telegram--no. My son is ill! LADY TWOMBLEY. Oh, I know--he has nibbled his gun. EGIDIA. His gun! ANGELE. Yees, miladi. EGIDIA. Ah! The Army! [To DRUMDURRIS.] So you have gained your own ends after all, Keith, and my boy has fallen. [EGIDIA goes out, followed by ANGELE. DRUMDURRIS sinks into a chair.] LADY TWOMBLEY. Keith. EARL OF DRUMDURRIS. Don't speak to me, please, aunt. LADY TWOMBLEY. I must. Reeves & Shuckleback are strangely silent. EARL OF DRUMDURRIS. Let them remain so--I care not. LADY TWOMBLEY. You don't care! Surely you are anxious to know whether you have been instrumental in saving me from--from growing my own vegetables? EARL OF DRUMDURRIS. Growing your own---- LADY TWOMBLEY.