Lily.
Throwing herself, face downward, at full length upon the settee. Oh! Oh, you’re just like the rest of our girls on the question of marriage! You—you—you’re detestable!
Jimmie.
Sliding out of her chair and kneeling at the settee and putting an arm round Lily. Oh, Lil—Lil——!
Lily.
Repulsing her. Yes, you are! Raising herself upon her elbow. You’d rejoice to see me draw this boy into my net, wouldn’t you! You know you would. Mrs. Upjohn rises and comes forward. I dare say you jolly well wouldn’t object to catching him yourself if you’d half a chance! Fiercely. You try it; you try it—you, or any of you!
Jimmie.
Attempting to rise, scandalised. Oh——!
Lily.
Holding her. No, no——! Jimmie——!