MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. From Moss & Emanuel, my brokers. LADY TWOMBLEY. Mine is from Reeves & Shuckleback. MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. Oh, I see--_your_ brokers. You've done me, Lady T. LADY TWOMBLEY. Don't mention it. MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. You're a knowing one. LADY TWOMBLEY. I'm sure I'm very gratified to hear you say so. MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. The Bills! Give me the Bills you swindled me out of! [He advances violently, but MRS. GAYLUSTRE holds him back. LADY TWOMBLEY hands the Bills to SIR JULIAN.] MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Jo! SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY. Mr. Lebanon, the Bills, sir. [Giving them.] [LEBANON snaps his fingers demonstratively in SIR JULIAN'S face.] MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. Drum., thank you for your _recherche_ hospitality. Carriage to the station in the morning, if you please. [Kissing his hands.] Ladies---- [Breaking down.] Oh, Fanny, take me to bed! [He goes out. MRS. GAYLUSTRE is about to follow, when LADY MACPHAIL enters with MACPHAIL.] LADY MACPHAIL. Madam! My boy--my poor lad--has told me of your behaviour. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. My behaviour! He loves me! LADY MACPHAIL. Colin! MACPHAIL. I thought I'd just better mention the affair to mother. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Of course; conceal nothing from your parent. MACPHAIL. And mother agrees with me---- MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Yes? MACPHAIL. That it would be just a risky matter to correspond with a widow lady. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Oh! MACPHAIL. [Producing MRS. GAYLUSTRE's card from his stocking.] So I'm thinking I sha'n't require this address. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Ah! [She slaps his face violently and runs out.] EVERYBODY. Oh! MACPHAIL. Mother! [LADY MACPHAIL embraces him. The music of the Strathspey is heard again.] [EGIDIA enters.] EGIDIA. The Strathspey. Come into the ball-room. What has happened? LADY TWOMBLEY. I can't enter the ball-room again to-night! EARL OF DRUMDURRIS. But you must dance the Strathspey. LADY TWOMBLEY. Must I? Dance then! [They take their places for the dance.] Pa! Valentine, Imogen! Brooke, Effie! Keith, Egidia! Lady Macphail, Sir Colin! Dance! Dance with foolish, thoughtless, weak-headed Kitty Twombley for the last time, for to-morrow she becomes a sober, wise, happy, and contented woman! Dance! [They dance the Strathspey and Reel--SIR JULIAN with LADY TWOMBLEY, DRUMDURRIS with EGIDIA, BROOKE with LADY EUPHEMIA, VALENTINE with IMOGEN, LADY MACPHAIL with MACPHAIL. The DOWAGER sits apart gloomily.] SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY. [To LADY TWOMBLEY while dancing.] You've been indiscreet again, Kitty. LADY TWOMBLEY. Finally, Julian, finally! SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY. No more extravagance? LADY TWOMBLEY. Never! Never! SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY. And you resign yourself to a peaceful, rural life? LADY TWOMBLEY. Oh! SIR JULIAN TWOMBLEY. Promise me--promise me! LADY TWOMBLEY. Ha, ha! Dance, pa, dance! THE END. =A Selection= FROM _MR. WM. HEINEMANN'S LIST_ January 1892. =The Crown Copyright Series.=