Do! Eddie! Eddie!
Lily.
Eddie, then——
Farncombe.
Ah——!
Lily.
Sit down a minute. She goes to the settee and sits there, somewhat ruffled, and he moves to the arm-chair by the centre table and also sits, his elbows on his knees, bending towards her. She pushes her hair back from her brow impatiently, as if vexed with herself. Lord Farncombe—Eddie—for how long have you known me?
Farncombe.
What does it matter? I—I admit——
Lily.