My dear, as if——!
Lily.
Such ridiculous pride! Stamping her foot. Lord, what I owe to you!
Gladys enters with Sam de Castro. Gladys is carrying a lace-edged table-cloth which, assisted by Mrs. Upjohn, she proceeds to lay upon the tea-table.
Bland.
Moving away to join the others—to De Castro. Ha, Sam!
De Castro.
A stout, coarse, but genial-looking gentleman of forty, of marked Jewish appearance, speaking with a lisp—shaking hands with Lily. How are you to-day, Lil? Many happy returnth, wunth more.
Lily.
Thanks, dear old boy. Sitting on the settee in front of the writing-table. Did I send you a wire this morning?