Don’t be absurd.
Jeyes.
Rising and putting his hands upon her shoulders. No, you wouldn’t care a straw—not a brass farthing—if I did go, would yer!
Lily.
Softening again. Stuff! I should miss you horribly. Toying with a button of his waistcoat. Who’d bring me home from the theatre at night then, and from rehearsals; who——?
Jeyes.
Ah, who! His grip tightening on her. Who!
Lily.
Wincing. Ssss! You’ll bruise my skin if you’re not careful.
Jeyes.