LILY.
_Did_ he!
JIMMIE.
Impudence!
ROPER.
[_Sitting in the arm-chair by the centre table-- quietly._] Jeyes!
JIMMIE.
Nicko.
LILY.
[_Firmly._] Nicko.
MRS. UPJOHN.
But the Captain _was_ at the party last night notwithstandin".
JIMMIE.
[_To MRS. UPJOHN._] Nonsense, Ma!
LILY.
Yes, Nicko managed to get into the theatre somehow or other.
JIMMIE.
[_To LILY._] And watched you and young Farncombe----!
LILY.
And stationed himself under the portico of Twenty seven, to see who brought me home.
JIMMIE.
Oh----!
MRS. UPJOHN.
"E"s always been frightfully jealous, the Captain "as.
JIMMIE.
[_Looking at ROPER._] Oh, so _really_ it"s entirely owing to Lal Roper"s interference that matters were brought to a head this morning!
LILY.
[_Her eyes flashing._] Entirely.
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Joining in the attack upon ROPER._] Yes, if Lal "ad been content to mind "is own business----
JIMMIE.
And hadn"t meddled----!
MRS. UPJOHN.
_An"_ muddled----!
JIMMIE.
Things might have gone on much the same as before.
MRS. UPJOHN.
An" might "ave ended different.
LILY.
[_Rising and walking away to the right._] Ah, no, mother----!
JIMMIE.
[_Rising and joining LILY._] Certainly they might.
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Rising._] Any"ow I "ope it"ll be a lesson to Lal----
JIMMIE.
_Do_ you, Ma!
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Moving over to the girls._] Not to put "is fingers into other people"s pies.
JIMMIE.
[_To MRS. UPJOHN, with a withering glance at ROPER._] Oh, you _are_ sanguine!