Become aware of Farncombe’s presence and nodding to him. How d’ye do?
Farncombe.
Moving a step or two towards her. I—I’ve been here before this afternoon. I ventured to bring you some flowers.
Lily.
Going to him and shaking hands with him formally. Nobody told me. Awfully kind of you. Where have they put them?
Farncombe.
Lifting his basket of flowers from off the piano and showing it to her. Here.
Lily.
Pretty. Pulling out a carnation. Stick it up there again. He replaces the basket. You’re Lord Farncombe, aren’t you?
Farncombe.