Lily.
Bless him! He’s a dear little man, though he does bite his nails. Gladys appears with Vincent Bland, who saunters in after her. Seeing Lily, Gladys advances to her. Hallo, Vincent!
Bland.
A thin, delicate looking man of eight-and-thirty, not over smartly dressed, wearing an eye-glass—nodding to Lily casually. You needn’t have cut me, almost on your door-step. To Jimmie and Jeyes. H’lo, Jimmie! H’lo, Nicko!
Gladys.
Viewing Lily with an elevation of the brows. Oh, are you home?
Lily.
Returning Gladys’s stare. Apparently.
Gladys.
I’ll whistle up to Maud.