Lily.
What?
De Castro.
Mind you don’t go and tell Gabth, on any account.
Lily.
With a great assumption of ignorance, raising her eyebrows. Gabs?
De Castro.
Gabrielle—Mith Kato.
Lily.
Why shouldn’t I?
Lily.
What?
De Castro.
Mind you don’t go and tell Gabth, on any account.
Lily.
With a great assumption of ignorance, raising her eyebrows. Gabs?
De Castro.
Gabrielle—Mith Kato.
Lily.
Why shouldn’t I?