Jeyes.
Yes, but, by God, I wasn’t quite prepared for this!
Lily.
This!
Jeyes.
Cramming his cap into his overcoat-pocket and coming to Farncombe. What the hell’s your game? You’ve got some accommodating friends, both of you, in that blackguard Roper and that slut Jimmie Birch!
Lily.
Oh—! Approaching Jeyes with clenched fists. Ah, you cur——!
Farncombe.
Holding up his hand to her appealingly. Miss Parradell——!