SYBIL. One of them is married now, isn’t he? [Still there is no answer; MAGGIE continues looking at her, and shivers slightly.] Have they travelled from Scotland to-day? Mrs. Shand, why do you look at me so? The door did open! [MAGGIE nods.] What are you to do? MAGGIE. That would be telling. Sit down, my pretty. [As SYBIL subsides into what the Wylies with one glance would call the best chair, MAGGIE’s men-folk are brought in by JOHN, all carrying silk hats and looking very active after their long rest in the train. They are gazing about them. They would like this lady, they would like JOHN, they would even like MAGGIE to go away for a little and leave them to examine the room. Is that linen on the walls, for instance, or just paper? Is the carpet as thick as it feels, or is there brown paper beneath it? Had MAGGIE got anything off that bookcase on account of the worm-hole? DAVID even discovers that we were simpletons when we said there was nothing in the room that pretended to be what it was not. He taps the marble mantelpiece, and is favourably impressed by the tinny sound.] DAVID. Very fine imitation. It’s a capital house, Maggie. MAGGIE. I’m so glad you like it. Do you know one another? This is my father and my brothers, Lady Sybil. [The lovely form inclines towards them. ALICK and DAVID remain firm on their legs, but JAMES totters.] JAMES. A ladyship! Well done, Maggie. ALICK [sharply]. James! I remember you, my lady. MAGGIE. Sit down, father. This is the study. [JAMES wanders round it inquisitively until called to order.] SYBIL. You must be tired after your long journey. DAVID [drawing the portraits of himself and partners in one lightning sketch]. Tired, your ladyship? We sat on cushioned seats the whole way. JAMES [looking about him for the chair you sit on]. Every seat in this room is cushioned. MAGGIE. You may say all my life is cushioned now, James, by this dear man of mine. [She gives JOHN’S shoulder a loving pressure, which SYBIL feels is a telegraphic communication to herself in a cypher that she cannot read. ALICK and the BROTHERS bask in the evidence of MAGGIE’s happiness.] JOHN [uncomfortably]. And is Elizabeth hearty, James? JAMES [looking down his nose in the manner proper to young husbands when addressed about their wives]. She’s very well, I thank you kindly. MAGGIE. James is a married man now, Lady Sybil. [SYBIL murmurs her congratulations.] JAMES. I thank you kindly. [Courageously] Yes, I’m married. [He looks at DAVID and ALICK to see if they are smiling; and they are.] It wasn’t a case of being catched; it was entirely of my own free will. [He looks again; and the mean fellows are smiling still.] Is your ladyship married? SYBIL. Alas! no. DAVID. James! [Politely.] You will be yet, my lady. [SYBIL indicates that he is kind indeed.] JOHN. Perhaps they would like you to show them their rooms, Maggie?