Looking at his watch. What’s Morgan’s number in Fitzroy Street?
Mrs. Upjohn.
Sixty.
Jeyes.
Rising. I’ll fetch her.
As he makes a movement towards the door, it is thrown open and Lily Parradell enters with a rush—an entrancing vision of youth, grace, and beauty. She is followed by Jimmie Birch, a petite, bright-eyed girl in an extremely chic costume.
Lily.
Tearing off her gloves as she enters. Wh-e-e-w! I’m dead! Giving her hand to Jeyes carelessly. Ah, Nicko! To Mrs. Upjohn. I couldn’t stand the heat in the studio any longer, mother. Finding Roper beside her, she offers her cheek to him and he kisses it. Mon Oncle!
Jimmie.
Closing the door. That young man Morgan ought to paint the infernal regions.