McCOMAS. Miss Gloria, I presume? (Gloria smiles assent, and
releases his hand after a final pressure. She then retires behind the
garden seat, leaning over the back beside Mrs. Clandon.) And this young
gentleman?

PHILIP. I was christened in a comparatively prosaic mood. My name
is---

DOLLY (completing his sentence for him declamatorily). "Norval. On
the Grampian hills"---

PHILIP (declaiming gravely). "My father feeds his flock, a frugal
swain"---

MRS. CLANDON (remonstrating). Dear, dear children: don't be silly.
Everything is so new to them here, Finch, that they are in the wildest
spirits. They think every Englishman they meet is a joke.

DOLLY. Well, so he is: it's not our fault.

PHILIP. My knowledge of human nature is fairly extensive, Mr.
McComas; but I find it impossible to take the inhabitants of this island
seriously.

McCOMAS. I presume, sir, you are Master Philip (offering his hand)?

PHILIP (taking McComas's hand and looking solemnly at him). I was
Master Philip---was so for many years; just as you were once Master
Finch. (He gives his hand a single shake and drops it; then turns away,