Innocently. Mrs. Roper?
Roper.
No, no, no; Lily. Hastily. Oh, and so’s my missus, for that matter, when she chooses. But Lily Upjohn——!
Farncombe.
In a low voice. Beautiful; perfectly beautiful.
Roper.
Yes, and as good as she’s beautiful; you take it from me. With a wave of the hand. Well, if you see Jeyes, you won’t——?
Farncombe.
Not a word.
Roper.