Lily.
Stonily. Heaps. Trying to assist Mrs. Upjohn. Oh——!
Mrs. Upjohn.
Well, dear; well, well! Tell me wot’s took place. Don’t keep me in suspense.
Lily.
I shan’t tell you anything, mother, till I’ve had a sleep. I must go through the sheets first. Stamping her foot. Oh, tear the thing; tear it!
Mrs. Upjohn.
’Ave you consented to make ’im ’appy, poor young gentleman? That’s all I want to know, Lil. Overcoming a hook. There!
Lily.
Thank you, mother. Slipping her arms out of her dress. I can manage the rest.