ROPER.
[_To MRS. UPJOHN, importantly._] Lucky I was on the spot; lucky I was on the spot.
JIMMIE.
[_On the landing, to GLADYS._] Bring the gentlemen up when Miss Lily rings.
LILY.
[_Rising and pacing the room on the right._] Give me some stockings!
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Hurrying into the bedroom._] Yes, dearie. [_As she disappears._]
Maud----!
JIMMIE.
[_Returning and closing the door and then whispering to ROPER._] Bet my boots that"s it!
ROPER.
[_To JIMMIE, in a whisper._] Choose between "em!
JIMMIE.
What else can it be?
ROPER.
_I_ can"t----
JIMMIE.
[_Throwing herself into ROPER"S arms._] Oh, if it _is_!
ROPER.
[_Hugging her._] Oh----!
JIMMIE.
[_Suddenly, releasing herself._] Oh----! [_Haughtily._] Thought you were Lily.
[_MRS. UPJOHN returns, carrying a pair of stockings. LILY seats herself upon the fauteuil-stool where, concealed by the centre table, she draws on the stockings with MRS. UPJOHN"S a.s.sistance._
LILY.
[_Whimpering._] Oh--! Oh----!
MRS. UPJOHN.
Don"t, dearie; don"t. Mother"s _"ere_.
ROPER.
[_Impatiently._] I-- ah-- I think I"ll run downstairs and shake hands with Jeyes and Farncombe while Lily"s tidying herself.
JIMMIE.
[_Who has moved over to the right-- to ROPER._] Be careful. I should advise you not to risk it.
ROPER.
[_At the door._] Risk it?
JIMMIE.
If Nicko knows you were the cause of his being shut out of the party last night, he"ll simply throttle you.
ROPER.
[_Opening the door._] Throttle _me_! [_Formidably._] Throttle Lal Roper----!
[_He disappears, closing the door, as MAUD enters from the bedroom with a pair of shoes._
LILY.
[_Weakly._] Oh! Oh! Oh! Get me something to keep these up with.
JIMMIE.
[_To MAUD._] Ribbon----
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_s.n.a.t.c.hing the shoes from MAUD._] Ribbon.
[_MAUD opens one of the drawers underneath the further cupboard on the left and finds a roll of bright, new ribbon, while JIMMIE, searching among the objects on the centre table, discovers the case of manicure instruments and takes from it a pair of scissors._
LILY.
[_Putting on her shoes-- to MRS. UPJOHN._] No, no; that"s the left foot-- oh----!
MRS. UPJOHN.
Don"t agitate yourself, dearie. Mother"s _"ere_.