Behind the centre table. To back out, dearie. The Captain couldn’t possibly ’old you to a ’asty promise given ’im between four an’ five in the mornin’.
Lily.
Oh! Oh, how can you! I’ve passed my word to Nicko and I wouldn’t break it for twenty thousand pounds. Looking up. Mother——!
Mrs. Upjohn.
Fussing with the things upon the table. Yes?
Lily.
Resolutely. I’m going to pull Nicko up, mother. I’ve dragged him down, and I mean to raise him. Clenching her hands. So help me God, I do!
Mrs. Upjohn.
Well, you’ve got a tough job before you, Lil, in my opinion.
Lily.