Mrs. Upjohn.
Lil, I’m perfec’ly ashamed of you, speakin’ to Jimmie Birch in that manner.
Lily.
Dropping her head on Jimmie’s shoulder. Oh——!
Jimmie.
She doesn’t mean it.
Mrs. Upjohn.
I ’ope not. It ain’t exac’ly pleasant to ’ave a dog in the manger for a daughter. To Lily. Why shouldn’t young Farncombe turn ’is attention to Miss Birch, pray, or to any young lady who doesn’t object to take your leavin’s!
Jimmie.
To Mrs. Upjohn. H’sh, h’sh, h’sh!