Roper.
To Fulkerson. Now, then; have it out with Lily!
Lily.
What’s wrong?
Farncombe rises and slips his note into Jimmie’s hand.
Fulkerson.
To Lily. Mosht unjusht’fiable treatmen’ ’n th’ part ’f these gen’lemen!
Von Rettenmayer.
Listening, with the others at the centre table, to what is going on upon the landing. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Jimmie.