Lily.
Her face close to his. You know what I mean! As soon as possible—next month, if you like—next week—quietly—! He grips her arms and stares at her blankly. Ha, ha! Yes, you’ve been in too great a hurry to settle matters, you have. Lord Farncombe and I—we—we’re not going to be married. I’ve refused him. Wildly. I—I’ve ruined you, Nicko; but I—I’ve told him—I’m not going to draw him into my net! Clinging to Jeyes and burying her face in the breast of his coat, crying. Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m not going to draw him into my net!
Again there is a pause and then Jeyes turns to Farncombe, dazed.
Jeyes.
Farncombe——?
Farncombe.
Inclining his head. Yes—yes——
Jeyes.
With feeling. My dear fellow, I—I——!
Lily.