To Roper, flaring up. Why don’t you leave your City muck alone?
Lily.
Putting her feet to the floor, imperiously. That’ll do. Be quiet, you two! I won’t have any wrangling in my house. Run away and play, all of you. I want to speak to Vincent for a minute privately. With a gesture. Uncle Lal—Jimmie—Nicko— To Mrs. Upjohn. Scoot, mother!
Mrs. Upjohn.
Oh, dear, wot a child!
Roper, Jimmie, Jeyes, and Mrs. Upjohn move away and Lily beckons to Bland.
Lily.
Vin.
Bland.
Close to her, with a wry face. Mercy!