Farncombe.
Thank you—thank you—thank you. She resumes her seat and he jumps up and goes to her. That reminds me. May I ask who is going to see you home, Miss Parradell?
Lily.
See me home?
Farncombe.
It would be an honour that I should—appreciate—more than I can—find words to express.
Lily.
Rising, sternly. I am very much obliged to you. Walking away from him again. I dare say Mr. Roper will see me home—and Mr. de Castro—and Mr. Bland——
Farncombe.
Following her, unhappily. I—I hope—I—I hope I haven’t offended you.