Moving over to the girls. Not to put ’is fingers into other people’s pies.
Jimmie.
To Mrs. Upjohn, with a withering glance at Roper. Oh, you are sanguine!
Roper.
Rising and straightening himself out. Ma—Mrs. Upjohn—Lily——
Jimmie.
Scornfully. Hullo, hullo, hullo, hul-lo——!
Roper.
To Jimmie. P’sh! Impressively. Ma—Lily—for years—longer than it’s agreeable to count—I’ve been a patron of the drama—particularly musical comedy, of which I’ve studied the development with especial interest.
Jimmie.