"Ave you consented to make "im "appy, poor young gentleman? That"s all I want to know, Lil. [_Overcoming a hook._] There!
LILY.
Thank you, mother. [_Slipping her arms out of her dress._] I can manage the rest.
MRS. UPJOHN.
But, Lil, dearie----!
LILY.
Oh, for mercy"s sake, leave me alone! [_Violently._] Why can"t you leave me alone!
MRS. UPJOHN.
Ho! Very good! [_Moving away indignantly as LILY, with shaking fingers, unfastens a necklace._] _This_ is my reward for layin" awake "alf the night, is it, an" for thinkin" of you, an" wonderin" about you! Ungrateful little puss, you! [_Going towards the door._] After this, you can keep your affairs to yourself for as long as ever you choose. Don"t you expect _me_----!
LILY.
[_Suddenly, sitting upon the settee._] Mother----!
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Sharply._] Yes?
LILY.
[_Her hand to her brow._] Oh, mother----!
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Hurrying to LILY._] Wot is it?
LILY.
[_Swaying._] At last-- at last----!
MRS. UPJOHN.
At last----?
LILY.
[_Clinging to MRS. UPJOHN._] I"m in love, mother-- I"m in love-- in love-- in love----!
END OF THE THIRD ACT.
THE FOURTH ACT
_The scene is the same as in the preceding act, but the light outside is brighter and warmer and in the room is more diffused. On the table in the centre, placed close to the settee, there is a small tray with a breakfast of tea and toast upon it. The bedroom door is partly open._
[_LILY, wan and red-eyed, is lying, propped up by cushions, upon the settee. A newspaper is on her lap but she is gazing at vacancy. She is in _neglige_. A dainty morning-robe covers her night-gown, her bare feet are in slippers, and her hair is in a simple knot. MAUD is at one of the drawers of the cupboard at the back, engaged in selecting some articles of _lingerie_, and MRS. UPJOHN, completely dressed for the day, is sitting in the arm-chair by the centre table, her face hidden by a newspaper which she is reading.
Presently MAUD shuts the drawer and, carrying the _lingerie_, comes forward._
MAUD.
[_To LILY._] What frock"ll you put on?
LILY.
[_Starting slightly._] Eh?
MAUD.
One of your embroidered muslins, or your Ninon?
LILY.
[_Languidly._] Either; _I_ don"t care.
MAUD.
Oh, gracious, what on earth _is_ the matter with you this morning!
I"ve never known you as queer as this after any hop you"ve been to in _my_ time. [_To MRS. UPJOHN, who has lowered her paper._] Nothing wrong, is there?
LILY.
[_Turning over and burying her head in the cushions._] Maud.
MAUD.
[_Moving to the settee and bending over LILY._] Here I am, lovey.
LILY.
[_In a m.u.f.fled voice._] Go into the next room and shut the door, and don"t let me see your stupid, fat face till I come to you.
MAUD.
[_Laughing heartily._] Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! That"s better. [_Going to the bedroom door._] That"s how I like to hear her talk. We needn"t send for Dr. Gilson yet awhile. Ha, ha, ha!
[_She disappears into the bedroom and closes the door._
MRS. UPJOHN.