Stidulph.
No, no; I won’t inconvenience you.
He moves away and Von Rettenmayer sits beside Mrs. Stidulph. The waiter who has previously gone out now returns at the door on the left with a tray of ices in paper cases. He goes to the counter for a supply of ice-spoons as Farncombe enters with Lily at the right-hand door at the back. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes sparkling.
Roper.
All his attention suddenly directed to Lily and Farncombe. Here’s Lil!
Lily.
Excitedly, seizing Stidulph’s hand. You’re not dancing, Colonel Stidulph. Showing him her programme. Dance with me. I’ll make one of the others give up a dance for you.
Stidulph.
Going to the counter. No, no; I’m too old.
Lily.