Lord Farncombe’s brought Lily some flowers, Ma. To Farncombe. Where are they?
Farncombe.
Who, after waiting for Mrs. Upjohn to settle herself upon the settee in front of the writing-table, sits in the chair at the end of the settee—pointing to a large basket of flowers. On the piano.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Barely glancing at the flowers. ’Ow kind of ’im! Sech a waste o’ money too! They do go off so quick.
Roper.
Reading the cards attached to the various floral gifts. Where is Lil?
Mrs. Upjohn.
She’s settin’ to a risin’ young artist in Fitzroy Street—Claude Morgan. She won’t be ’ome till past five. So tirin’ for ’er.
Roper.