[_Bowing to LILY slightly and drawing himself up._] Shall I-- take you to Mr. Cooling?
LILY.
[_With dignity, inclining her head._] Will you? [_She is putting her hand through his arm when the look upon his face softens her. She drops her voice to a whisper._] Have I hurt you?
FARNCOMBE.
Oh, I deserve the rebuke.
LILY.
No, you don"t. [_Gently._] You may leave me at my door, with the others, if it will give you any satisfaction.
[_As they walk to the door on the left, they are met by COOLING._
COOLING.
[_To LILY, breathlessly._] Haw! Here you are!
LILY.
[_Leaving FARNCOMBE, her manner altering completely._] Come on, Morrie! [_Her feet moving to the music._] Tra, lal, la! Tra, lal, la!
[_Giving her bouquet to FARNCOMBE._] Hi-i-i-i-i! Bring my flowers!
COOLING AND LILY.
Tra, lal, la! Tra, lal, la----!
[_They run out, half dancing._
STIDULPH.
[_Calling to FARNCOMBE, who is following them._] Lord Farncombe!
FARNCOMBE.
Yes?
STIDULPH.
[_Going to him._] Will you spare me a moment?
FARNCOMBE.
[_A little impatiently._] Er-- certainly.
STIDULPH.
[_Laying a shaky hand on FARNCOMBE"S arm and leading him away from the door._] Excuse me for what I"m going to say to you. I-- I know your father-- knew him very well years ago-- and your mother. [_With deep feeling._] My boy-- my dear boy----
FARNCOMBE.
[_Surprised._] Colonel?
STIDULPH.
I-- I-- I"m sorry to find you in this set.
FARNCOMBE.
[_Stiffly._] What do you mean?
STIDULPH.
Don"t be angry with me. I"m an old man-- and an old fool; but it"s from the fools that the useful lessons are to be learned.
FARNCOMBE.
[_Withdrawing his arm from STIDULPH._] I really don"t understand you.
STIDULPH.
Try to. Not now-- another time; when this music isn"t exciting you, nor these pretty women. Think it out by yourself! You"re at the beginning of your career, my boy. Remember me-- the old fool who"s brought _his_ to a miserable end-- and that I cautioned you-- cautioned you--!
[_LUIGI hurries in at the door on the left, followed by a waiter carrying a tray, and by the waiter with the beard._
LUIGI.
[_Laughing._] He, he, he, he! [_Behind the counter, preparing drinks._] Look out, gentlemen; you are losing it all. They are having a romp-- a fine lark. [_FARNCOMBE goes out at the door on the left._]
Make haste, Colonel; make haste! [_STIDULPH goes out, slowly, at the right-hand door at the back._] Whiskey-and-soda for Mr. Tavish; liqueur of brandy-- Mr. Grimwood. [_The waiter carrying the tray goes out with the drinks at the door on the left._] Ha, ha, ha! [_Singing to the music._] Tra, lal, la! Tra, lal, la----!
[_LUIGI is following the waiter who has carried out the tray when the bearded waiter, coming to the nearer settee in the centre, calls to him._
THE BEARDED WAITER.
[_Sitting upon the settee, gruffly._] Luigi.
LUIGI.
[_Halting._] Eh?
THE BEARDED WAITER.
[_Taking out a handful of money and selecting some gold from it._]
Here! [_Putting the gold into LUIGI"S palm._] For your chaps.
LUIGI.