T-t-tell—? To Jimmie, who comes to the settee—apprehensively. Jimmie——!
Jimmie.
Behind the settee, gravely. No, the old Pandora isn’t going to score this time, Lal.
Roper.
Isn’t going to—? I d-d-don’t follow you.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Be plain, Jimmie.
Jimmie.
Endeavouring to relieve the situation. Ha, ha! Nature’s taken precious good care of that, in my case.
Roper.