Too old for dancing! I shall never be too old for dancing. Coming to the nearer settee in the centre, picking up her bouquet, and sitting beside Gabrielle. Ah-h-h-h!
Roper.
To Farncombe, who follows Lily. Hul-lo! Beaming. Jolly party, hey, Farncombe?
Farncombe.
Boyishly. Lovely! To Lily. May I bring you some lemonade—an ice——?
Lily.
Looking up at him. You may keep on bringing me ices till the music starts again. Farncombe leaves her. Gabby, wasn’t that waltz delicious!
Palk and Sybil enter at the door on the left. Sybil seats herself beside Nita on the fender-stool and Palk fetches her some refreshment.
Gabrielle.
To Lily, drearily. I say, Lil.