Opening her eyes widely. Fancy my letting myself go with young Farncombe as I did! He—he’d been admiring me from a distance for weeks and weeks, but I’d scarcely noticed him till last night! Leaning her head against Mrs. Upjohn, softly. I—I always thought I was such a cold girl, mother, in—in that way.
Mrs. Upjohn.
I s’pose it was wot’s called love at first sight, Lil.
Lily.
Laughing shamefacedly. Ha, ha, ha! Putting her feet to the ground and shielding her face with her hands. Oh, don’t talk rot, mother.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Moving away. Any’ow, it’s not too late, Lil—even now——
Lily.
Not too late——?
Mrs. Upjohn.