Jimmie.
But I really think the arranging is your job, Lord Farncombe.
Farncombe.
I know I should make a bungle of it with all these people round me, and attract attention. You’re clever.
Jimmie.
Raising her eyes to his, abruptly. Look here! Do I guess correctly?
Farncombe.
What——?
She pulls him towards her and whispers into his ear. He nods. She whispers again, breathlessly, and then releases him.
Jimmie.