Lily.
To Jeyes. You cur! Mother’s been told that Lord Farncombe’s with me. I sent Jimmie up to tell her.
Jeyes.
Where is your mother?
Lily.
In bed, of course.
Jeyes.
Snoring! Ha, ha, ha! Faugh, there’s an ugly name, my girl, for such mothers as yours!
Lily.
Ah—! Raising her fist. Ah-h-h-h——!