Fretfully. No.
Farncombe.
Monday?
Lily.
Opening the door. No.
Farncombe.
Joining her at the door. Tuesday?
Lily.
Appealingly. I—I’ll write. Again he takes her hand, she keeping him at a distance. He attempts to lessen the distance, but she checks him, shaking her head. Not just yet, Eddie. He smiles at her tenderly and, with a bow, departs. From the doorway, she watches him disappear; then she shuts the door and wanders listlessly to the door of the bedroom. Her hand lingers upon the knob for a moment, and then she opens the door a little way and calls. Mother! Mother——!
She leaves the door and is returning to the settee when Mrs. Upjohn enters.