Well, I wasn’t at the christening, see.
Jimmie.
No; but if you are not more careful of those feet of yours while you’re waltzing, you will be at my funeral.
She takes his arm and they go out at the door on the left. Smythe, Stidulph, Cooling, and Shirley follow, talking together. All the couples have now disappeared except Von Rettenmayer and Enid and Farncombe and Lily. Von Rettenmayer and Enid are at the counter, where Luigi is giving Von Rettenmayer a glass of champagne, and the waiters are busying themselves in collecting the soiled glasses, plates, etc., which have been left upon the mantel-piece and chairs. The bearded waiter comes to Lily and she hands him her plate.
Farncombe.
To Lily. Shall we go down?
She rises, leaving her bouquet upon the settee, and is about to put her arm through Farncombe’s when she checks herself and looks at her programme.
Lily.
Frowning. Tsss!
Farncombe.