an imposing display of trains and feathers. Some of them are coming on here after the ceremony to drink tea, I believe.
Trains and feathers! Good gracious, Brooke, Imogen must have grown up!
Here's her portrait--what?
[Staring at the portrait.] I am right, Brooke--she has grown up!
Eight years ago she was a romp, with a frock that always had a tear in it, and a head like a cornfield in the wind. Just look at this! While I've been away they've given her a new frock and brushed her hair. What an awful change!
[PROBYN appears at the conservatory entrance.]
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
[LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART, a handsome, distinguished-looking, and elegantly dressed girl of about twenty, enters. She scarcely notices VALENTINE, who bows formally.]
LADY EUPHEMIA VIBART.
No one has returned yet, Brooke?<