No, you don’t. Gently. You may leave me at my door, with the others, if it will give you any satisfaction.
As they walk to the door on the left, they are met by Cooling.
Cooling.
To Lily, breathlessly. Haw! Here you are!
Lily.
Leaving Farncombe, her manner altering completely. Come on, Morrie! Her feet moving to the music. Tra, lal, la! Tra, lal, la! Giving her bouquet to Farncombe. Hi-i-i-i-i! Bring my flowers!
Cooling and Lily.
Tra, lal, la! Tra, lal, la——!
They run out, half dancing.
Stidulph.