To Mrs. Upjohn, wiping his brow. Of course, there is this to be said, Ma. Rallying at the idea. It may be wise of dear Lil to decline Farncombe at first. It—it—it—it doesn’t do for a girl, does it, to appear to throw herself at any man, let alone a young fellow of the position—the—the—the social status——!
Lily.
Suddenly sitting up and putting her feet to the floor again. Oh, for mercy’s sake, cease discussing my affairs in my presence! To Mrs. Upjohn. Mother, why do you keep Uncle Lal in the dark? To Jimmie. Jimmie, why don’t you——?
Roper.
In the dark!
Mrs. Upjohn.
Yes, Lal; your flyin’ out at Jimmie over ’er ’armless joke stopped ’er finishin’.
Roper.
Finishing——?
Mrs. Upjohn.