Coming to her. Oh, this isn’t good-bye, Lil, not by any manner o’ means, my dear. We’ll kill the fatted calf several times before I start—you, I, and the boy. Besides, by-and-by, you and he must take a trip and come out to see me. “Seringa Vale” is the farm where I shall be quartered, Bob tells me. Looking into space. Jermyn Street to Seringa Vale! Shaking himself. Ph’h, there are no great distances in these days! To Farncombe, with a change of tone. Farncombe— Farncombe comes forward. You dine with me to-night, recollect; it’s an engagement.
Farncombe.
Yes.
Jeyes.
Eight o’clock.
Farncombe.
Eight o’clock.
Jeyes.
Catani’s.
Farncombe.