Mrs. Upjohn.
Still pressing the bell-push. Now I don’t believe I’ve rung.
Lily.
At the uttermost tension. Ah, stop it, mother; stop it! Sitting on the settee. We’re not calling the fire-brigade.
Jimmie.
At the back of the settee, to Lily. I’ll wait in your bedroom till the men have been shown up, and sneak out that way. Bending over Lily. Mind! If Nicko is willing, after all, that you should make your choice——
Mrs. Upjohn.
Advancing. Yes, dearie, if ’e is willing——
Lily.
Frantically. I tell you I have made it. I keep on telling you I’ve chosen—I’ve chosen—I’ve chosen! Clenching her hands. If you torment me any more, either of you——!