De Castro.
Nonsenth; you know very well. Urgently. You won’t, will you?
Lily.
Shrugging her shoulders. I won’t if I remember not to.
De Castro.
Alarmed. Ah, now, don’t be thtupid! Whath the good o’ making mithchief! Lily shows him the tip of her tongue. Oh, Lil! Gladys goes out. Lil——!
Von Rettenmayer.
Leaving the group at the back and putting an arm round De Castro’s shoulder. My dear friend Zam!
De Castro.
How are you, Baron? Going to Mrs. Upjohn. Afthernoon, Ma! Nodding to Jimmie and Roper. Afthernoon, everybody! Shaking hands with Jeyes, who has risen and now joins the group. How are you, Nicko?