MRS. UPJOHN.
Lord Farncombe----!
ROPER.
And Jeyes!
LILY.
[_Reading the card again._] Nicko asks me to see him and the boy together. [_ROPER and MRS. UPJOHN go to LILY, one on each side of her, and try to read the card. She pushes them from her and sits in the arm-chair by the centre table._] I won"t; I won"t.
JIMMIE.
[_Joining MRS. UPJOHN and ROPER._] Yes, yes, Lil; do.
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Bewildered._] Wot----?
JIMMIE.
Perhaps they"ve arrived at a friendly understanding----!
ROPER.
Understanding?
JIMMIE.
[_Excitedly._] And have come to propose that Lil should choose between them!
ROPER.
Great Scot----!
LILY.
I _have_ chosen; I _have_ chosen. It"s settled.
ROPER.
_Undoubtedly_ she ought to see them.
LILY.
It"s a shame to persecute me so-- a shame!
JIMMIE, MRS. UPJOHN, AND ROPER.
[_Behind LILY"S chair._] Lil! Lily----!
MRS. UPJOHN.
Give "em a minute, dear.
ROPER.
Hear what they"ve got to _say_.
JIMMIE.
It _would_ be uncivil _not_ to.
LILY.
Oh--! Oh----!
JIMMIE. }
Buck up, Lil! }
ROPER. } [_To LILY, urgently._]
My pet! }
MRS. UPJOHN. }
"Ark to reason, dearie. }
JIMMIE, MRS. UPJOHN, AND ROPER.
Lil! Lily----!
LILY.
[_Yielding helplessly._] Oh, very well----
JIMMIE, MRS. UPJOHN, AND ROPER.
Ah----!
LILY.
Tell Gladys-- when I ring----
JIMMIE.
[_Flying to the door on the left._] I"ll tell her.