Lily.
To Jimmie. Oh, Jimmie—stay——!
The knocking is repeated. Jimmie retreats to the right as Mrs. Upjohn goes to the door and opens it. Roper is outside.
Roper.
Entering, in high spirits. Hullo, hullo, hullo, hul-lo! Embracing Mrs. Upjohn. Morning, Ma! Advancing. Any more bids for the handsome gilt candelabra with the crystal drops? Ha, ha, ha! To Jimmie. Morning, Jimmie! Looking down, upon Lily, eagerly. Well, Lil! Well, my pet!
Lily.
In a weary tone, giving him the tips of her fingers and then turning upon her side with her face to the back of the settee. How are you, Uncle Lal?
Roper.
Chilled. Oh, I—thank you, Lil— After a short pause, to Mrs. Upjohn—glancing at Lily. Not up to much to-day?
Mrs. Upjohn.